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When i was around 8-9 my friends showed me these flowers and when they hadnt bloomed you twisted it from the bottom and pulled through the inner part and sucked it they said it was honey and that when the flower bloomed the bees took it all.
i thought this was true for over a year until my mum corrected me
There was a small forest and a lake near my home and there was a huge tree with a hole in it and all the kids believed that it's the gate way to hell. One girl told us that she entered it and saw weird things and barely escaped and we was thinking she is so cool because of it...
When I was about two or three years old, there was an area that a fire had gone through and it burnt the tops of the trees and all the bushes ect. Well, my daddy would tell me that dinosaurs ate the tops of the trees off a long time ago, and that they never grew back. Eventually I learned it wasn't true.
To this day the tree tops haven't grown back yet lol.
My grandma had a huge vase filled with cattails in her entryway. Not wanting us kids to tear them up, she told us not to touch them or they would explode. I lived in mortal fear of those cattails for years thinking I would blow up the whole neighborhood if I accidently touched them.
When i was younger, i believed that the first 2 people grew out of the ground.But now i believe in evolution.
Once I learned that plants "breathed" carbon dioxide and "exhaled" oxygen, which is the opposite of what us humans do, I remember sitting in front of one of our house plants for hours trying to time my breathing to be opposite of what I thought the plant was breathing, so we would just be helping each other out.
I used to believe that if you waited long enough (the longest I ever waited was 2-3 hours), trees would talk to you and tell them about how life has changed over the years. I also though that the rings on the trees meant how long they'd been married to another tree.
I believed when a friend told me that the glossy leaves on the bush in our front yard tasted like candy. The red ones were cinnamon and the green ones were mint. I finally tried tasting one day...they didn't.
When I was younger, I believed that "Forsythia" bushes were "For Cynthia" bushes, so I naturally took to them as a favorite flower.
I thought that pears were squashed appples.
When I was 2, I thought popsicle grew on trees.
I don't know what made me believe this, nor can I even remember believing it. My dad told me I did.
For months I had been talking about popsicle trees. Then when Easter came around, I wanted one. Easter came, and no popsicle tree.
I cried and cried and cried.
I used to believe that popcorn kernals were the seeds of popcorn trees. I tried to plant them once.
I used to believe that tomatoes came from trees. I discovered that this was false quite late :S
By the way, I seem to remember that I thought the same about watermelons... heheh...
We had a tree near our house when I was little, and I was scared of it. I called it the Sorry Tree. I even had a dream that it smashed up our house once.
someone once told me that if you picked dandelions you would wet the bed.
that same person also said if you pick butter cups and put them under your chin and reflected yellow that you liked butter.
I used to believe that flowerbeds were beds for flowers.
I used to believe that Indians (Native-Americans) used to pick blades of grass and chew on the bottom white-ish part for milk!
I used to believe that you could get to wonderland by standing behind a big tree...
I was convinced that paper could only be made out of Birch trees (because they had white bark).
In my house we've always had a fig tree in our living room and when i was about 5 i noticed that if you pulled off a leaf or twig, a white liquid came out. After seeing me rip a few leaves off the tree to watch it 'bleed', my mother told me that if i touched the white stuff i would be poisoned and shrivel up like a prune. Seeing that my hands were covered in the stuff i instantly burst into tears, imagining myself slowly drying up into a human raisin and how i wouldnt live to see another day of kindergarden. Thankfully i survived, but i was convinced from then on that if i so much as came in contact with the fig tree again i would surely become a prune!