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when i was little i thought the stuff they sprayed on flowers was called paricites not pesticites! my mom always said i would be a bad gardener.
I used to think that flowers grew into trees. I asked my dad one day if this was true, and he said yes.
When I was little, there were these huge woods behind my house that I used to explore. One day I saw someone's old bicycle that was fused with a tree that was growing, and I was convinced for years that when people didn't want their bikes, they left them for the trees to eat.
I used to think insects would walk along tree branches and *poof* become a leaf. I misunderstood buds for bugs.
I used to believe that when the leaves on the trees fell off in the winter, it ment the tree was broken. I would always say,"The tree is broken!"
We lived out in the country, and to get to the highway and into town we had to pass a papermaking factory. When I was 8, every time we passed by I would ask what stinked, and my mother would say "The plant." So for the next two years every time we went to town I would stare at the woods opposite the factory looking for a giant purple spotted plant belching out clouds of stench.
Until quite recently, I thought that christmas trees were obtained by workers climbing to the top of large evergreens and cutting off the tips. I always wondered where all the forests with the topless trees were. My boyfriend still teases me about it and points out every tree farm we pass.
My mum had a rubber plant and she used to steal rubbers from her work and put them on the plant each month and told me that it actually used to grow the rubbers and thats where all the rubbers in the world came from!
I used to believe that if you stepped on a mushroom it would rain.
When I was little I used to thing poincettias were called placentas. No one told me otherwise until I was about 12. I just remember being so happy to see so many placentas around Christmas time.
I used to believe that if I stuck my popsicle stick in the ground, a popsicle tree would grow.
I had just learned a few minutes ago that a nightshade was a plant. I always thought it was a lampshade that was especially bright so you could use it at night.
I used to think poison ivy was extremely extremely poisonous, like arsenic or something, and that if you touched it, you would die right away. I could never figure out why people weren't more scared of it. I also thought that all ivy was poison ivy, and when you saw a building covered with ivy, the people living there were taking such a huge risk of perhaps touching the ivy by mistake and dying instantly.
Once my parents were taking me on a walk through a forest and my dad mentioned something about "the power plant is right over there". I immediatly began running up to every tree in sight, asking him if this was it and how does a plant make electricity?
My mom told me one day to never go into a corn field, because when people go in they get lost and never come out!
When I was about two or three, or so the story goes, I'd seen a bit on Sesame Street where they'd shown a time-lapse film of grass growing. The sight of those tendrils wiggling their way out of the ground so terrified me for a while I refused to walk on grass at the park. I though that the grass would grow so fast it would grow through my feet.
My cousin told me that the middle of a dandelion tasted like butter. We would sit in her grandparents field by their house and pick them all day long. I always hoped it would taste like butter but it never did!
I used to believe photosynthesis had something to do with pictures. Heh.
When I was very little, my mom planted some snapdragons and other flowers... Apparently, I had an affinity for picking flowers, and in order to keep me from picking the snapdragons, my mom told me that they were named "snapdragons" because they looked a little like dragons and had mouths, and if a little girl tried to pick them they would SNAP!! that little girl's fingers off and eat them. I was terrified of snapdragons for years after that!
I used to believe that when me and my friends used to go hop-picking (the stuff you make beer out of) every september when we was little, we would dare each other to go sixteen steps down the row.
But no-one ever did sixteen, because legend has it, that the hop ghost would get you when you reached sixteen steps and you would never come back
That legend has gone on for centeries (sp?) and no-one is brave enough to do sixteen.