nature

I used tho believe the the local Masonite factory, that gives off tall plumes of white steam, was the cloud factory where they made the clouds. I am currently 13.

Thunder were the angels bowling and lighting is when they made a stike.

I grew up in Florida and my grandparents lived in NY. I always loved the snow so my grandfather told me that he would send me a snow ball. Weeks later I recieved a moth ball in a babyfood jar labeled 'snow ball'...I believed for YEARS that it was a snow ball.

When we were younger, my cousins and i would go on vacation every year at the beach. When we'd run out to the ocean, our parents would yell at us, "Be careful of the undertow!" As young as we were, we thought they were saying "undertoad" instead of "undertow". I always imagined the king of all frogs waiting just beneath the surface to drag me away to sea.

When I was little i used to believe that shooting stars, could just come down to Earth and kill you, that's why i always refused to watch shooting stars when my family went up to the mountains.

I used to belive (thanks to having an older brother) that if you heard the ceiling creaking when upstairs that it was the footsteps of ghosts in the loft. He also told me that if you see fork lightning during a thunder storm it releases ghosts and spirits which saw you looking and they will find you...what a gullable little sister I was!

When I was about four my father gave me an "Indian" headdress with turkey feathers in it. I put it on the next day and I was jumping up and down and stomping and yelling in the living room. Mother asked me, "What are you doing? A rain dance?" So I said yes and kept running around and hollering and making all kinds of noise until I was really tired. Sure enough, it rained. It rained and rained and the river came up and flooded part of a nearby town, doing millions of dollars' worth of damage. I thought it was my fault, and for the next several months I hid whenever I saw a police officer. I was positive they knew who caused the flood and they were coming to get me.

I used to believe…

someone once told me that if you picked dandelions you would wet the bed.
that same person also said if you pick butter cups and put them under your chin and reflected yellow that you liked butter.

My dad used to believe that God put a blanket over the world at night. The stars are holes in the blanket. I love this image!

When I was about 5, I convinced myself that when I looked up at the sky, I could see the world turning. I think my mother burst my bubble by telling me that what I was seeing was the clouds moving across the sky.

when i was little my mom told me not to touch anything metal when it was lightening out, because i could get electrocuted. i took this very seriously and wouldnt touch silverware or doorknobs for fear of being electrocuted. i finally realized that she meant metal things outside, not inside.

I used to look for raisins in the ocean when mum told me to be careful of the currents

I used to believe that a new sun crossed the sky every day and set down into a pile of old suns just over the big hill to the west. They were left to cool off and then sliced up to make margarine.

When I was little, my dad told me that everytime it rain it was because God was mad at me and that he was spitting me for being bad...used to cry every single time it rained

I used to believe that a man lived on the moon and he would talk to me when we drove around at night in the car.
Until I was old enough to realize that it was my Mom's voice doing the talking.

when I was young I believed that when God was angry and sad, that's when we see rain and thunder...