nature

I used to believe that the earth was like a board game for giants and that every action was controlled by them from a raindrop to an earthquake..

There's a restaurant in the town I live in called Cafe Aroma. For a while now, there's been a drawing on the special-of-the-day chalk board. When I was about seven or eight, my mom caught me staring for a really long time at the chalk board and asked why I found it so interesting. I responded with, "I was looking at the chalkboard. Those are such pretty mountains!" That's when she told me that they weren't mountains. I looked back and, a couple minutes later I realized she was right. The drawing is of a naked lady laying down. She told me that it had been modeled after the mountains nearby that looked like a lady lying down. Since then, until I was about twelve, I thought that mountains were really just giant women who had laid down to sleep, but died because people started tearing them apart to make towns on them and I frequently looked for their faces. I was later told the differences and similarities between mountains and women.

I didn't used to think that Mount Rushmore was a real place because I could never understand how the rocks could see those men and be able to shape into something that looked like them. I figured somebody just made up Mount Rushmore and it turned into the biggest, mostly widely-believed lie.

I thought the spectral class of stars (OBAFGKM) stood for: O- Awesome (I couldn't spell very well) B- Beautiful, A- Amazing, F- Fantastic, G- Good, K- Kool, and M- Mediocre

When I was a kid, I thought NASA had landed on every planet, not just the moon.. and I thought they went to their all the time. I believed this on up to my late teen years.

I used to believe that if I broke a piece of grass in half and replanted the pieces, two new pieces of grass would grow.

When I was about 5 years old I my grandad took me to the park and bought me a strawberry ice lolly. When we got home I asked what would happen to my lolly stick. He told me that if you buried the stick in the garden, it would grow into whatever plant the flavour had been.

It was only when I was 13 that I found out that the strawberry plant in front of the house wasn't my lolly plant.

When I was little I used to lay on the ground and look up at the sky. I swore I could see the earth turning, because I thought clouds were stationery so the movement I was seeing must be the earth spinning slowly.

When I was a child I used to believe that garlic would grow in braids as I used to see them at the markets. I discovered that braids of garlic were made by people only when I was a grown-up.

I used to believe that it wasn't wind that made the tops of trees move.. It was dinosaurs.

I used to believe that fog occurs when someone shoots a cloud with a gun.

Our playground in elementary school was in rough shape. All along the outer perimeter away from all the equipment, tall grass grew and and it was peppered with these nasty burs that would stick into your clothes and skin. I used to think the teachers planted those to keep us kids from wandering off. I was determined to prove this and if I ever went to a nursery or plant store with my mom, I'd frantically look for those seeds so I could show the world what the teachers were up to.

When I was little my older sister said that the Earth is a huge ball. After that I began to belive that we live inside of the ball and there are gigants who played with that ball and when they do earthquakes happen. I also belived that inside my ball there are tiny people, who have tiny balls and inside their balls there are tinier people......

At dusk, when the sky would turn pretty swirling colors my mom would tell me, "Santa's making candy!" To this day whenever I see a pretty sky at night, I get nostalgic and think about all the ways I'm going to lie to my kids when they're old enough to understand, but young enough not to know better.

When I first learned about the Richter Scale I didn't know about logarithms so I thought that it was just linear and wondered why you could barely feel a 4.0 earthquake but an 8.0 could devastate whole cities if it was only twice as big!

I used to believe that the lime kiln in town, which emitted huge, white, puffy clouds of smoke, actually made the clouds in the sky.