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I was told that in order to make a toothpick, they had to chop down and use an entire tree. One tree = one toothpick. I couldn't figure out how anyone could be that wasteful.
When I was younger I either heard someone say or saw on tv that if you speak to plants it's good for them. So when I would walk home from school I would stop in front of my house and talk to our tree(mind you, the tree was probably done growing). I would tell him he was the best tree on the street and that he had the greenest leaves. When fall would come around and the trees would start to lose their leaves, I would root him on. I'd tell him he was the strongest and toughest tree, and not to give up his leaves yet. Like it was some sort of contest. Lucky for me it was a healthy tree or I would have had a lot more disappointment in my childhood. As a red sox fan, I think I'd had enough(until last year!)
When I was about 5 or 6, an older kid at my Day Care told me that if I put a stick in the ground and stuck a leaf on it near the top, it would grow into a tree. I believed him, so everyday when we were out on the playground, I would take a stick, stick a leaf on top, and stick it in the mulch around the jungle gym..Then I would yell at anyone who even touched it "YOU'RE KILLING MY TREE!"
My brother, sister, and I had a HUGE climbing tree in our front yard. We named it Ms. Hokewell (I have no idea how we came up with that name). We would talk to the tree and "spend time with Ms. Hokewell". If any of her branches came off or someone hurt Ms. Hokewell, my brother, sister and I would get upset, and try to tape the branches back on or wrap any "injuries" up in bandages. We really thought that "she" had a mind of her own.
My father told me that cotton grew inside aspirin bottles. I believed it for a long time. I still think of him when I open up a new pill bottle and pull out the cotton.
I used to believe that people died because the paper compaines were cutting down trees! (you know how trees give off oxygen!?)
When i was a kid, i used to believe that the tress waving their branches was what caused the wind, because it was never windy unless the trees were waving their branches :)
When I was young I used to believe that when a tree lost it's leaves in autumn, It meant that the leaves turned into crows and ravens so they could fly away.
I took a streak as a child of being very afraid of pine cones. I remember once thinking that they might carry diseases that they could spread to people. It might have started with a rather scary dream I once had. In the dream i was at a picnic area, collecting pine cones to take home. My father was insisting that only pine cones with a maximum of eight rows of scales within their length were safe to keep.
I used to believe cat tails, ( the plants by a pond) were real cattails, but only cooled and not shaved off at the top, but at the bottom! LOL!!!
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.
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.
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
My Gran told me that Monkey Puzzle Trees were so called because monkesys climbed them, and couldn't get down again. To this day, I hate looking at this type of tree!
One day, a dandelion seed blew in my bedroom window, and when I tried to find where it had landed, I couldn't seeit. I thought it had gone under my blankets, and for a year or more after that, I used to curl my legs up in bed because I was afraid there were dandelions growing down the bottom of the bed.
I used To think trees were giant peices of broccoli
When I was very young my family lived in a neighborhood with a lot of pre-adolescent boys who liked to trick me. One time they convinced me that because I picked up a rotted old branch that fell off the tree, that I was going to get a disease and die. They called it "disease wood", though technically I guess you'd call it diseased wood. Anytime I see a dried out, withered branch I remember that incident.
I remember that when my sister and I were young, we used to run around our backyard and she would always eat dandelions. One day, while she was mid-chomp on this huge dandelion, I screamed and convinced her that they were poisonous. I think she thought they were poisonous until she was 12.
I used to belive that pussy willows were kitten seeds. And that if you let the sun get to them after you picked them they would die. Me and my cousin would spend hours after we picked them tring to find a dark spot so they could turn in to kittens.
As a kid in New York State we had a modest garden and a grape vine but no vine fruits that need a hot summer. So I grew up imagining what a tough, monster, tangled, Herculean vine watermelons hung from.