nature

When my boyfriend was about 5-6years old, on the way to school they would drive past two large inciniraters that were on the way. He believed those were the machines that created the clouds. Cute!

I had just learned a few minutes ago that a nightshade was a plant. I always thought it was a lampshade that was especially bright so you could use it at night.

I used to believe the earth was covered with shiny cloth at night by God..

I thought that fireworks were a natural phenomenon, like lightening or shooting stars. I didn't find out the truth until one fourth of July when I asked my mom how they 'knew' when it was time to go off.

I used to think the world as seen from space was just the outer shell. People, cities and even the sky were inside the globus! So then it made sense to me why nuclear rockets would destroy the world: they would shoot up and pierce the world's outer shell.

I thought the moon rose in the west and set in the east, because it was the opposite of the sun. I didn't discover otherwise until fourth grade.

I used to think poison ivy was extremely extremely poisonous, like arsenic or something, and that if you touched it, you would die right away. I could never figure out why people weren't more scared of it. I also thought that all ivy was poison ivy, and when you saw a building covered with ivy, the people living there were taking such a huge risk of perhaps touching the ivy by mistake and dying instantly.

I used to believe that the heaven was above the earth, like the next floor, only the floor/roof had holes in it. That's why at night when they switched on their lights too we'd see it through the holes (stars).
And it really made sense when God poured water on heaven's floor and it rained down here.

Once my parents were taking me on a walk through a forest and my dad mentioned something about "the power plant is right over there". I immediatly began running up to every tree in sight, asking him if this was it and how does a plant make electricity?

When I was young I came to a conclusion after watching my mice run around in their wheel that the reason the earth goes around is because we walk on it. In other words, we stay in one spot and the earth moves underneath us. This theory worked well when it came to explaining earthquakes: They are cause by too many people walking in different directions at the same time.

When I was little, I believed that I had the power to control the wind. Later in college, I confided in a friend about it. She told me she used to believe the same thing. "You know what?" I said, "I stil kinda believe I do." She smiled at me and said "Me, too."

We've been best friends ever since.

When I was six or seven, thunder was obviously angels bowling on our roof. I thought it was very disrespectful of them, especially when they bowled at night when I was trying to sleep.

Not my belief, but I knew someone who truly believed the sun was only bright on one side, and someone turned it around at night so we could all get to sleep. This belief was shattered on one of those evenings when you can see the moon in the sky while the sun is setting - but she believed until she was over twenty years old.

When I was little, I never would have thought--not in a million years--that I would live to be 30 without a) being stuck in quicksand, b) having an encounter with hot lava, and c) having to break out of prison. No, I've had a boring life.

I used to believe planes going through clouds are what made it rain. I was really disappointed to see no rain or thunder the first time I remember being on a plane.

When I was in first grade(1959-1960), we had a hurricane hit Massachussetts. I was watching the T.V. weatherman who kept talking about the "eye" of the storm. I believed it was an actual big eye! And I was so scared to go into the bathroom, because I thought there would be this big eye looking at me through the bathroom window. I was in and out of the bathroom so fast!