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I used to believe that sunflowers would try to kill people by shooting poisonous seeds at people.
My dad told me that when he was little, he thought the trees waved back and forth to make the wind blow.
After learning in school that trees and plants were actually ALIVE, I used to imagine that the smoke coming from the burning wood in the fireplace was the tree's soul escaping.
In elementary school, there was this tree that on one side looked like the backside of a woman. I tried to sneak into my school at night once because I thought that a naked lady would step out of the tree.
i used to believe that if i planted some sesemi seeds form a burger i would actualy grow bread!
my sister and I used to tell our younger brother that the weeds by the fence were actually spinach and that if he ate them he would become strong like Popeye. He did. And he went back for more when he felt he needed more strength.
Up until I was in the 7th Grade, I used to believe that corn grew in the ground, not on the corn stalks.
The first time I ever saw yucca plants, my mother told me they were pineapple plants and that the pineapples themselves grew underground. I believed that for quite some time. I still don't know if my mother ever thought it was really true.
i used to believe that if I got near poison ivy, my arms and legs would fall off. I spent years scared to death to go out in the woods.
I used to believe in "burr magnets". I had a winter coat that was one. Every time I played in the ravine, I would come home with burrs on my coat, even though I didn't go anywhere near a burdock bush!
I use to believe that if you planted sugar beets with corn on the cob, that it would make the corn a lot sweeter
My friend believed for years that cheeseplants ate people. There was one at our school which she would run past every day, terrified. She is still bitter about this.
I used to believe that sea anemones could reach out and grab people.
i used to belief that if i will be brave enough to go out at midnight under a full moon and to stand and wait in front of a banana tree, it's bunch's heart(flower) will open up and it's sap will give me power of invisibility =)
I used to believe that leaves had feelings , and whenever I was making "soup" in our backyard with crunched up leaves, I'd always say sorry to the leaves that I couldnt crunch up and make into stew.
When I was little, my mother told me that if you held a buttercup (flower) under your chin and your chin turned yellow, it meant that you liked butter. I remember my friends and I always holding up buttercups to our chins and saying, "Do you like butter?" Little did I know it was just the "reflection" of the yellow flower making your chin yellow!
When I was young playing in the garden in the summer, I heard my mum say that the lettuces had gone to seed. For quite a few years I thought that lettuces ran away to sea when they got big.
Me and my mates used to believe that you could make perfume by cramming rose petals into jars of malt vinegar and washing up liquid.
We would go out on night time petal-raids of all the rose bushes in the estate. Residents would wake up to a forest of balding shrubs in their front gardens. Putting them into a washing up bowl we would then mash up the fragrant mixture with lashings of sarsons and fairy liquid. If we were feeling particularly adventurous we would do it 'wine making' style and get our bare feet in on the action. We would then wash out all my mums jam jars - anything that was just over half empty would do - and ladle the fragrant mash into the jars, where it would lay forgotten and festering until the next summer. We even designed labels and talked to our school teacher about having a stall in the school fete.
My mother used to prevent me from eating types of berries that were inedible to humans by telling me that they were "bird-berries, not people-berries." I beleived until the age of fifteen that "bird-berry" was the proper name of the plant.
I'm not sure why I thought this but I remember realizing that all dafodil flowers spoke Chinese to me and all I had to do was put my ear up to them and listen carefully. I remeber once I did this in the car on my way to my grandparents house for Easter and hearing the dafodil tell me secrets of the world in "Chinese" and I understood everything the dafodil told me. FYI- I am not Chinese, nor have I even spoken/learned Chinese.