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I used to believe that tornados were the giant killer tomatoes from the movie "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" and whenever we had a tornado warning I would run through the house screaming "The tomatoes are commin', the tomatoes are commin'"
I used to think that the world was a person, and that earthquakes were caused by the world farting. It only seemed natural then, for me to asume that volcano's were the world being sick.
It only happened one time, but when I was 5 years old, there was an earthquake in California in the morning(it was in 1987). I remember waking up and being really scared not knowing what was happening, cause that was the first earthquake I had experienced and I thought that King Kong was on the loose and shaking the apartment building me and my mom were living in.
When I was little, I was always happy to have the top bunk so that in case a volcano erupted nearby, then I would be safe from flowing lava.
I grew up near Chicago.
I used to believe that every time there was an earthquake, the ground would split open and form huge cracks. And, if a person was unlucky enough to fall into one of these "cracks" he or she would fall forever and ever...never hitting bottom. Although I remember being fascinated with the notion of "forever" I lived in constant fear of earthquakes (and we lived in Kansas!)
When I was very young I had an irrational fear that the world was about to run out of air. Selflessly I'd hold my breathe as oftern and as long as I could so that there'd be enough for everybody.
At school they taught us about earthquakes in Geography. I then imagined people falling in to these holes opening up in the ground and then the ground closing again on top of them. I constantly worried about this happening and was nervous every time a lorry or train rumbled by, thinking this is it. Unfortunately they forgot to tell us that this was extremely unlikely in the North West of England.
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and my little sister and I were children when the big earthquake occured. A part of our school curriculum always involved natural disasters in the area so we both grew up learning about fault lines and plates. Several years after the earthquake my family was on holiday and we were driving through the small town of San Andreas, California. My sister saw the "Welcome to San Andreas" sign and promptly asked, "So is this where they keep and make all the earthquakes?" in reference to the San Andreas fault that we had learned so much about.
When I first saw film footage of an earthquake, I believed that the earth split apart right around the world and people and cars fell in to the centre of the earth before it closed again.
I used to imagine falling into the crack and not being able to climb back out before it closed on me.
During the big hailstorm of '97 I was at my friends place and the roof started leaking, and everyone was rushing around with pots and pans to collect the water, and i thought they had no water to cook with so they were taking the opportunity to collect some!
I live in Las Vegas, where the only natural 'disaster' that happens is ocassional flooding. About two years ago (I was 15) after-shock tremors of an earthquake in California shook our home, and I woke up and my bed was moving. I was absolutely convinced it was Gremlins trying to carry my bed away. I called absolutely terrified to my dad who was in the hallway, and he opened the door and I jumped from the end of my bed into the hallway.
About a month later a house on our block blew up (literally) I never even woke up. And apparently it was a whole lot worse than the aftershock that scared me half to death.
Earthquakes were when a huge cavernous crack opened in the earth. It swallowed everyone and everything near it, and then closed up again.
To me, an 'earthquake' was a giant round stone, like a millstone or the big round stone in front of a Biblical grave. The 'earthquake' rolled on things and destroyed them.
I used to think the Earth was going to explode eventually. I was certain because if I put my ear to the floor, I heard a deep low rumbling. It was a serious sound to my inexperienced ears.
My dad told me that we were going to have a huge earthquake soon and California was going to break off and fall in the water. I was traumatized thinking that we were all going to die soon until my mom found me crying and set me straight.
Because of the Wizard of Oz, I thought that everyone who lived in Kansas died from tornados. When I found out that friends were moving there, I became hysterical wondering why they would want to move somewhere death surely awaited them.
i had a terrible fear of earthquakes when i was a kid.....just one 30 second report on the news about some tremor in CA, which was like on the other coast from where i was, would send me into a crying fearful panic...just the thought of having the solid earth break apart under me would have me freaking out
I used to think that the people who went around saying the world would end soon actually knew what they were talking about. They had the world ending before I had a chance to grow up and it scared me. I would pray and ask God not to end the world until I had a chance to become an adult.
I used to believe that earthquakes regularly opened up big cracks in the ground, people fell in, and they snapped shut again. Like a big clam made of earth and rocks. So I thought there should be a memorial for all the people who died suddenly in earthquakes. Some of them were probably the only casualties of little aftershocks, too.
I used to live in a trailer and was terrified that in the case of a tornado or hurricane that my house (with me in it) would just blow away altogether. Finally my neighbors gave me the key to thier basement so I could go there when it was windy! Wow-Concrete!