nature

When I was younger, I always wondered how the trees got leaves in the spring after they had fallen off during the fall. The most logical explanation I could come up with was that the fallen leaves magically floated back up to the branches of the tree and became green again. I would always get upset when my mother would sweep up all the dead leaves on the sidewalk outside our house because I thought she was stealing the tree's leaves.

I believed this until I was about 11 or 12 and finally realized that trees regrow their leaves every year.

When i was younger i used to belive that when i got angry the wind would grow and become faster. The thing was though i was a very angry person when i was younger and didnt relise that i just in a windy country.

i used to belive that when the light from the sun came through a cloud that it was shining on the ground and taking a dead person up to heaven.

If I saw grass waving with the wind, I thought there was a train moving underground. (I lived in the suburbs of NYC, so I knew about subways, even though they weren't in our neighborhood.)

When I saw shadows of clouds on a tree-covered mountain, I thought the trees were a different color in that area, and the dark trees could move around.

When i was little i was watching a storm out of the window. When my mum asked what i was doing i said of the lightning that God was taking photos of me.

I used to believe that when it rained, God was crying.

I used to visit with the flowers in my mother’s yard when I was little. I believed they were little boys whose father told them they would be “pansies” if they played with girls’ toys.

My older brothers told me that if it rained and the sun was shining, the rain was radioactive! So whenever it happened, I would run for cover as fast as possible so I wouldn't get "radiation poisoning."

I used to believe that clouds were made from cotton wool.

I used to believe that crescent moons were the bits of fingernail I bit off my thumb that had inexplicably floated into the sky, and glowed there to remind me not to bite my nails.

My mum used to tell me that someone was delivering bricks at the top of our road when it thundered!

I used to believe that after eating a popsicle, you know, those with the wooden stick, that if I threw the stick to the floor, a tree would grow there :p

I remember being told that thunder was just God moving his/her furniture around.

When I was young my Dad would take us all to the beach often . So one day I asked my Dad why was the sea so salty? Well he said there was a salt making machine being shipped from Italy ( being from Italy himself) sunk in the middle of the ocean and to this day its still making salt...LOL

I used to believe that weather was created by God on a large computer. He used to push buttons to create the weather experienced.

I also believed that thunder was created when the gods went bowling. The lightening came when ever one of them got a strike. Rain was when he was sad and crying. Wind came when god had "gas". Snow came when god had dandruff..