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I thought plants only grew when people were not looking at them.
I used to think if you eat seeds of a fruit/vegetable and then some dirt, you could grow a tree in your stomach.
I used to believe that fruits were actually a hybrid of the flower of the fruit tree and of the bees/wasps that pollinated them.
I believed this because I asked my dad, an avid gardener, how grapefruit grew on our tree. Right when I asked, a bee landed inside one of the flowers. My dad pointed out the bee and told me that the bee enters the flower, which causes the grapefruit to grow, but he left out the part about the bee leaving the flower. So being an imaginative 7-year old, I concluded that because the bee never left, that must mean that it became the fruit.
For years, before I bit into any fruit, I would say a little prayer for the bees that gave up their lives to become those yummy apples, pears, and oranges that I so enjoyed.
when i was younger me and my sister were hula hooping and then mine broke and all these little bean things came out. so then we picked them up and planted them and waited for our hula hoop tree to grow!
That the talking trees in the Wizard of Oz were real and out to get me.
A belief cultivated by my father who used to wait behind tree trunks and shout ' Who's been stealing my apples!' when I walked past.
I used to believe there were little men and women living among the grass like leprechauns. Their job would be to collect as many four leaf clovers as they can to make it harder for humans to find them and steal their luck. I still take a long hard look before walking into a grassy area.. childhood habits die hard.
I used to believe flowers just grew and developed out of nothing into something pretty that had a bonus of smelling good. I was so disappointed to learn about pollination in middle school science class.
I remember being fairly certain as a preschooler that since trees were living things, they must poop. I assumed they somehow did it when nobody was looking. When I asked my parents about it, they laughed but would neither confirm nor deny the existence of tree poop.
As small children, my cousin and I accidentally broke a hula-hoop, spilling tiny orange 'seeds' all over the yard. So, we dug a hole, planted the seeds, and watered them regularly, waiting for our hula-hoop tree to grow.
For my whole life I have had this inexplicable aversion to weeds. At some point in my childhood I brought my mother a fistful of dandelions. She told me they were weeds, and I literally have not touched one since.
I thought if someone is in a vegatative state they literally turn into a giant vegetable!
I used to believe my dad would plant light bulbs every year to make the plants grow. I didn't understand it was just bulbs.
I thought venus fly traps are from the planet Venus
I used to believe wild flowers were dangerous because they were "wild." I thought the safe flowers were domesticated flowers.
I used to believe that if I broke a piece of grass in half and replanted the pieces, two new pieces of grass would grow.
When I was about 5 years old I my grandad took me to the park and bought me a strawberry ice lolly. When we got home I asked what would happen to my lolly stick. He told me that if you buried the stick in the garden, it would grow into whatever plant the flavour had been.
It was only when I was 13 that I found out that the strawberry plant in front of the house wasn't my lolly plant.
When I was a child I used to believe that garlic would grow in braids as I used to see them at the markets. I discovered that braids of garlic were made by people only when I was a grown-up.
Our playground in elementary school was in rough shape. All along the outer perimeter away from all the equipment, tall grass grew and and it was peppered with these nasty burs that would stick into your clothes and skin. I used to think the teachers planted those to keep us kids from wandering off. I was determined to prove this and if I ever went to a nursery or plant store with my mom, I'd frantically look for those seeds so I could show the world what the teachers were up to.
When I was little, my older brother and I used to cut weeds with sticks all the time, and this white juice would ooze from the broken stems. One day I cut myself outside playing, and he told me that weed juice would make it heal faster and take the pain away. The placebo worked, and I believed this until I was 11. Before then, I managed to pass the 'secret' on to my friends, who believed it and told their friends, and so on. Who knows where this is now...
My great-grandma had this 10-inch clear plastic tree, and she would stick gumdrops on the ends of the branches. I thought they grew from the tree until I was 14.