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my older sister once told me that sea weed was the hair of dead people i always made a point of not touching it and hated going in the sea coz i thought dead people brushed against my legs
I always used to think that trees made the wind (well it would make sense wouldn't it!)
When I was about 8, I was climbing in a maple tree in the yard. Then I saw that some of the leaves had red bumps on them. I thought that the disease could be contaigous from trees to people. I was so scared that I jumped out of the tree without looking down.
I used to believe that mushrooms in the grass grew if it was sunny and rained at the same time.
My dad used to take me to a neighbor friend's house with him. This man had me convinced that every weed you dug out of the ground had a coin entangled in it's roots, that he owned a dollar bill tree,and that if i wished hard he could pull a quarter from my ear.
When I was little I used to believe that when you watered the flowers, you had to pour the water on the flower part of the plant. That was because where the flower was, I thought that that was trhe "mouth" where it takes in water. I believed this until age 7 when I learned that plants get their water by soaking it up from the roots, not the flower!
When I was little, I saw a show called "Rose Petal Place." The characters were half-human half-flowers. For a while I believed that they were real and they hid in flower gardens.
Living in a rural village as a small child, on our walk to school there were lots of flowers and plants, but I was particularly fascinated by the thistles. My mum (bless her - as a joke) informed me that they were hedgehog eggs not thinking that I would actually believe her......
We used to drive by wheat fields on road trips...except that I thought it was all pasta...spaghetti noodles to be specific.
my dad told (in an effort not to buy one) that flocked Christmas trees caused cancer. and I believed that lie for quite some time. (into adulthood unfourtunately)
When I was 3, my brother told me there was a new kind of bee that looked just like dandelion seeds. It was late summer, and I had never experienced quite that level of terror before.
My 3 year old son (who will be 4 in July)calls bushes "baby trees". :-)
When I was little, I used to think that if you water pine cones, they'll turn into porcupines. So I picked one off the gound and went back inside. I took care of it like a hampster!
I used to think that leaves fell from the sky.
My boyfriend's parents used to amuse themselves by telling him that the rhubarb plants in their garden were triffids (as in 'Day of the Triffids').
They weren't laughing so much when, in terror, he ran them down with his tricycle...
When my brother was a little, he touched once a nettle. He started to cry, of course, and he said: "Mom, a grass bite me!"
As a very small child I believed that in order for the trees to grow they needed to be fed. When my father realised his chicken feed was diappearing he watched me closely. He found me taking the food in a bucket and spreading it around the trees in the bush.
Although I'd read lots of books and knew more than other kids my age, I still believed the silliest things... For example, someone told me that a nettle didn't sting you if it was plucked (i.e. it only "worked" if it was still on the ground). And so, once I got mad at my sister, picked up a nettle and hit her in the face with it! I was sure it wouldn't hurt much – but she screamed blue murder.
My son, Matthew was convinced that the machine we used for cutting his nanny's grass was called a "LAWN LOWER"- and who's to say he was wrong!
When i was younger my dad used to take me and my brother mushroom catching.
We had to leave at about 6 in the morning so that the mushrooms would still be asleep. We had to creep up the field slowly and throw our coats over them before they ran away.