When I was little, I thought that clouds were made of a solid substance. I also thought that you could reach out of an airplane window with a jar in your hand, and scoop up some spongy, foamy clouds. I was DEVASTATED when I found out they were just glorified water.
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i used to believe that clouds were made from the thick smoke that came out of power plant towers.
When we were very young, me and some other girls from my building used to believe that popsicles grew on trees. So, after a summer afternoon, we would go to the garden and plant all the wooden sticks in the dirt so next year we wouldn`t have to buy more. And we would also plant watermellon seeds in small pots. It never grew, unfortunely.
I used to believe that when the wind was blowing that meant the earth was turning.
Embarrassingly enough, when I was young I thought leaves would fall off the trees only during the day (because that is when I saw them fall). When I was fifteen this belief had crept into my subconscious and I was out one night during the fall and my friends were startled when I saw a leaf fall and I started laughing hysterically at my self for such a simple misconception.
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i used to believe clouds were actually made out of cotton candies and vanilla ice-cream.
Used to believe the sunbeams that stream down through a hole in an
overcast sky were, literally, stairways to heaven. They looked so solid
and golden against all that gray.
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I used to think that when the weatherman said "Sunny Spells" it was when it was sunny and raining at the same time, some kind of M A G I C !
When I was younger I saw this advert on tv for the Eastern Electrical company. In it there was a woman picking money off a 'money tree.' I believed for years that money grew on trees. I even tried planting coins. Sadly, nothing ever became of them...
Living in Ohio as a little kid, I heard stuff about Tornadoes (they "fly" around, you gotta hide in the basement, they throw stuff around and are very dangerous and big). I believed, then, that a tornado was a gigantic flying Bug.
When I was little, my Nanna used to tell me that when it rained, it meant the Angels were angry and the rain drops were the Angels furniture being thrown around.
i used to beleive that in a bad thunder storm, the thunder was the sound of nearby buildings crashing to the ground after being hit by lightning. I would just wait for it to hit and destroy our building, but after the storm ended, and I had a chance to servey the neighborhood, all the buildings seemed to be ok. So where did that big crashing sound come from?
I use to believe that in the winter time if everybody would open their doors that the outside would warm up and no one would have to wear a coat to keep warm. It was so odd to me that the inside the house was so warm, the outside so cold, but if everyone could just warm up the outside by opening the doors so the heat would go outside.
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I used to believe that the world, Earth, was enclosed in glass, like one of those snow globes.
I used to believe that wild flowers were really "wild". I was terrified at the thought of going into the countryside incase I was attacked by any "wild" flowers.
When i was a little kid i thought that the sun was following me when i was moving, because i always could see it
I used to think that there were magical worlds inside mountains and that that I might get a message written on the mountain to prove my theory.
I used to think that the ocean was salty because of the boston tea party, and that the tea never got washed out and spread to the entire ocean.
Apparently I thought that the ocean was freshwater before this.
I guess it never occured to me why tea would make water salty instead of tea-like.
When I was younger, my sister told me that thunder storms were just the thunder and lightening shouting to one another; something they had to do, as they lived too far apart to hear each others regular voice!?!
My parents once told me that the large boulders and rocks in the area known as "The Boulders" north of Phoenix were man made. I believed it until I was 13, and while driving through the area announced my fact to my friend and her parents. Much to my dismay, they laughed, and told me the truth of the matter. Really now, tons and tons of rock and giant boulder, man made!