nature

When I was about 8yrs old, my family and I were walking home one night when my mom noticed a shooting star.I was terrified to look up at the sky fearing that one would
fall on me!I was about 16 when I saw my first shooting star and now I search for them constantly.

i used to live in southern california. whe my family would go out to drive around, i noticed that the hills and foothills looked like big mammoths' heads. i supposed that the mammoths were sleeping and that one day they would wake up.

When I was little, I saw a show called "Rose Petal Place." The characters were half-human half-flowers. For a while I believed that they were real and they hid in flower gardens.

Living in a rural village as a small child, on our walk to school there were lots of flowers and plants, but I was particularly fascinated by the thistles. My mum (bless her - as a joke) informed me that they were hedgehog eggs not thinking that I would actually believe her......

I knew there was one sun and that when the sun was shining on our side of the world it was dark on the other. I also thought that there was one set of clouds, and when it was raining here it was clear on the other side of the world!

I used to believe that when windmills spun round they were making wind. They only spun round on windy days and stayed still on sunny days, so i never doubted my belief. I never could understand why people wanted to make it windy, STUPID PEOPLE!!!!!

I used to believe that seeing lightning would blind you. So when my brothers and sisters would gather around the window to watch the passing storm, I would stay away from the windows and hide under my covers, lest I catch a flash out of the corner of my eye.

I used to believe until about 5 minutes ago when I read that someone else had the same belief, that the sky was blue because it reflected the ocean. I too, was told this by a teacher who even used a theory about water, air, and light molecules reflecting off each other creating the effect. I am astounded. I am 34 years old.

I also used to believe that teachers could be trusted.

When I was very young in Florida I believed there were still dinosaurs and that they ate the gray moss that was on all the trees in my neighborhood. The moss just looked ancient to me.

As a very little kid I remember being taken to the planetarium to watch some film about the solar system. The narrarator gave the specific distance between Earth and various other planets. I was outraged because they were obviously making this all up. The only way to record distance was by looking at the mileage numbers on a car's dashboard as you drove. I was smart enough to know you couldn't drive to Mars!

I used to believe that every time there was an earthquake, the ground would split open and form huge cracks. And, if a person was unlucky enough to fall into one of these "cracks" he or she would fall forever and ever...never hitting bottom. Although I remember being fascinated with the notion of "forever" I lived in constant fear of earthquakes (and we lived in Kansas!)

my dad told (in an effort not to buy one) that flocked Christmas trees caused cancer. and I believed that lie for quite some time. (into adulthood unfourtunately)

ok. when I was young we would travel to visit my Grandad. We passed sugar mills, car factories, and other large buildings along the way.
well, listening to the radio weather updates in the car I always thought they said the tempeture at "the windshield factory" is such and such degrees. I figured that was a place we passed on the way to Grandads. I was 16/17 before I ever figured out they were saying "THE WIND CHILL FACTOR" DOH!

I worked as a camp counselor. One camper, age five, was kicking a large white rock sticking out of the ground for a while, so I asked him what was up with the rock. He said, "is this a dinosaur?"

When I was a child, I used to believe that the energy raised by thunderstorms opened a doorway between dimensions and that the dead were able to come back to this plane to visit. They were much like tourists and went "sightseeing" while they were here. The flashes of lightning were their cameras snapping pics of us as they looked in the windows and eyed the living.

Keep in mind that I stopped believing this before I was 10 years old. And I was raised in a household where my parents were amateur ghost hunters. So the paranormal was discussed almost everyday in my household. And the thought of being photographed in such a manner wasn't alarming to me. It was just one of those weird things that kids come up with and believe until harsh reality intrudes and pushes such fancies from their minds.

When I was very young I had an irrational fear that the world was about to run out of air. Selflessly I'd hold my breathe as oftern and as long as I could so that there'd be enough for everybody.