nature

I used to think that fog was solid. Like cotton candy. Whenever we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge when it was shrouded in fog I would scream if the windows were rolled down. I was convinced the fog would force it's way inside and suffocate us. It wasn't until my mother pointed out to me the many happy people in their cars, with their windows rolled down, that I finally believed we would not die.

I was told by my older sister that God was rearanging the furniture. And when there was a lighting he didn't like where the angels had placed the furniture so he blew it up.

When I was younger my family would often take trips up into the mountains to our lake house. During my first trip up my mom announced that we were going to start climbing the mountain. Of course, she meant we were going to stay in the car and follow the road up but I was convinced she had packed grappling hooks and harnesses and we were going to climb the mountain like they do Mt. Everst. I immediately burst into tears, scared for my life. My mom eventually calmed me down and, hey, I got an ice cream cone out of it.

I used to think that clouds were attached to the sky and the earth turned underneath them. Some days the earth turned faster than the day before, sometimes it turned the other way. Wind was caused by the turning of the earth.

Up until I was about 25, I had always assumed lily pads were just freely floating leaves. I could never figure out why on earth the frogs didn't sink when they jumped on them! of course, I eventually found out that they grow on stems, but to this day, I get laughed at about this belief!

There are these rocks in my back yard that are extremly porrus. My friend told me that they were naturally occuring volcanic rocks and that i was in grave danger. (I live in central illinois there isnt a volcano in like a 600 mile radius of my house) he said you could tell this if it were put in a glass of water it would bubble. the air inside of it came out of the pores i was freaking out.

When i was about 4 years old i used to think the moon seemed to stay in the same place because god was holding the moon on a chain making it stay in the same place.. i know its sounds dumb

I'm not sure where this thought originated--if I misconstrued something someone said, or if my cousin babysitter hinted at it. I used to believe that tornadoes were huge, muscled black men with sleeveless white t-shirts and khaki-colored pants that were either rolled or cuffed to their knees. Whenever our part of the country experienced tornado weather, I thought these men were responsible for carrying our houses and cars away. Thankfully, I am grown and ashamed of this childish visual.

When I was little the family was driving in the country when my mother said "Look at the beautiful daffodils!". I looked out the window and saw a row of power line towers and for the next few years I believed that's what a daffodil was.

And when I was little I believed that the Moon was really the Earth and there no Moon at all. My mom then confronted me with this question: if that is the Earth, and there is no moon, what are we standing on? I patiently explained to her that there is a huge ziplock baggy hanging from the moon with dirt in it -- and that is what we were standing on.

When I was about in grade 2, I used to believe that I could control the wind by singing. I thought of myself as somekind of goddess. I had even convinced other kids in the school yard that by singing I could make the wind blow.

When i was about 4 years old, i was really afraid of thunder. Around that time, my aunt had a poster of Tom Cruise in her bedroom and in order to shut me up, whenever there was a thunderstorm she used to show me the poster and tell me that the thunder was just the sounds Tom Cruise's farts.

I used to think that the moon wasn't the moon but was just a reflection of the earth. When people told me 'There's the moon' I would think to myself 'You're crazy'

When I was young I thought that when the sunset You could see heaven in it, because it was so beautiful and I knew heaven was beautiful. Still when I think about my grandma in heaven it helps to look out at a beautiful sunset and know that she is at peace.

When it was foogy outsied i used to believe that God was cleanig his house and the fog outside was his dust.

My mom always used to tell me that the thunder and lightening, that it was God and the spirits having a nightly bowling contest. Even to this day, I still like to think of this .