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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.
My father had an invisible jelly-bean tree in our backyard. Only he could find it, at night, and pick the beans.
My brother and I were so upset when we found the bag of jelly beans one year when we were looking for Christmas presents.
I went to visit my cousins on a farm, and we spent an entire day picking what they called mustard. At the end of the day imagine my disapointment when they just dumped this anddid not make mustard---being a city slicker, I did not know it was a weed!
My pre-school class was going on a field trip to the potato farm, and my dad told me to look for the potato trees. I was firmly convinced that potatoes grew on trees until the bus pulled up at the farm. Boy, did my dad get an earfull when he got home from work.
When I was 5 I always wanted to play out in the rain. My brothers told me that the rain awakened the trees and that they would catch me and turn me into a tree.
When I was little there was a Juicy Fruit Gum commercial that showed a tree with gum hanging off of it and the kids in the commercial would jump up and try to pick the gum off of the tree. I planted some Juicy Fruit gum in my yard because I thought I could grow a gum tree just lie the one on the commercial!
When I was about 12 I saw a picture on tv of a drawing of a pot plant. Later that week I went to my uncles in the country where there is a lot of plant life. I was outside playing and I found a weed w/ 5 leaves growing out of it. I instantley thought it was pot and ran in telling him that he had better move because the people who lived there before must have plant drugs!! I told him it was everywhere. He just lokked at me and shook his head. Years later I learned it was a tiny baby maple growing.
When I was a little kid, my Polish grandfather use to tell us kids to "go out and listen to the grass grow" and we always did. Put our little ears to the ground and tried to hear the grass growing...but of course, we never could. It wasn't until I grew older that my mother told us that was a way for him to have us go outside.
When telephone lines were first strung across the landscape of Iowa, my mother believed that the wonderously tall poles had been manufactured from hundreds of small sticks of wood. When she was grown and moved to the Pacific Northwest, she was amazed to learn that there were trees so tall you could make a telephone pole from just one.
I used to believe flowers were alive and had feelings. So when I was about 3 or 4 I would sit in the garden and talk to the periwinkles. I would just chat with them to make them think I was their friend and when they were lulled into a false sense of security I would eat them
We lived in Florida and when traveling north we would see lots of spanish moss hanging from trees. My brothers would tell me that the moss was alive and if you didn't move fast enough it would reach down and grab you and carry you away and eat you. The only thing that could save you was you had to spit on it. And since it took alot of spit you had to knit extra spit in your stomach so you would have a stockpile in case you were attacked. So that was what I did on long car rides. I never questioned how you could knit inside your stomach but i certainly wanted to be ready so if anyone asked what I was doing I said I was knitting up spit.