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My mum used to say to me "I wish i had a money tree" so i buried a $2 coin in the ground, watered it and waited for it to grow...It never did.
I used to belive that if I steed on Fertilizer i would grow another head.
I used to believe that when you step over a fallen leaf and it crunched you could ask a wish that would come true.
When I was small I my Mom told me that if I put a bit from a Pussy Willow tree into my ear.. one would grow out of it. When my neighbor cut down his tree, I pushed one far into each ear, in order to perserve my favorite neighborhood tree. Those poor nurses had to fight tooth and nail to get them out.. I wasn't letting them kill my trees!
This is actually my dad's belief. My grandma has always kept a garden and when my dad was little, he thought that the hibiscus flowers were actually called hot biscuits!
I once wanted to plant a garden, and I thought that all I had to do, was pick flowers off the bushes outside our apartments (I wanted a garden of these flowers) and stick their stems in the ground and water them and they'd grow. Our upstairs neighbors passed by and asked what I was doing, I said planting flowers and asked them to tell me if they saw them growing.
I used to really believe that if you blew all of the seeds off of a dandelion in one breath that you could have any wish you wanted. I figured out that it wasnt true when I destroyed every dandelion in our yard wishing that my grandpa would come back to life. :( Obvously I didn't get my wish. Stupid dandelions.
I used to think that the flower, called bugenveilia (i dont know how to spell it, but it is spelt really weird.), i always thought that it was booger vanilla, and now i can not call it by the real name, it sounds too weird.
I used to believe that if you sniffed a flower for too long, then all the delicious scent would go away. So whenever my mom asked me if I wanted to smell the flower, I would only kind of smell it, in fear of it losing all it's scent
I used to believe that a lemon grows up to be sweet lime and that a donkey grows up to be a horse......weird but true.
When I was about 4 My Brother showed me the movie Jack and the Beanstalk, and I knew my mother had some beanstalks in the garden. I was so scared that the giant would come down and kill me and my family, that when it got dark, I picked up a little flashlight, went to the backyard, and hacked that plant to death. Years later I found out that my mother had brought those (some rare variety) beanstalk seeds back from England.
Also, for years afterward I was terribly afraid of trees. I figured if he can climb down a beanstalk, he certainly can climb down a tree.
When I was a kid, I used to think that corsages and boutonnieres were edible because you had to put them in the fridge and they looked like cake flowers.
i used to believe that pennies grew on trees on account that my mom told me that if i planted a penny, a penny tree would grow. im sure there is many pennies buried beneath my yard. and well....i know now that money does not grow on trees!!!
I believed that that little black bit inside tulips (the stamen or whatever it is) was a spider that lived inside it. Each tulip had one, so I kept away from tulips because I didn't want the spiders to jump out and get me.
There was tree outside my house when I was younger that I believed was Mother Nature because I thought the branches made a face. I said hi to her all the time, so she would be happy and make it snow.
I believed for the longest time that you could find out how old a tree is be counting the leaves. The really strange part is that I was told this by my teacher.
I thought that plants with flowers were girl plants, and plants without flowers were boy plants.
i used to believe that when trees were thirsty they would tell the sky and it would rain.
As a kid, my little cousin had poison ivy, and I was told that I'd get it too if he touched me. Needless to say he chased me around his house all day, and I was shocked when he caught me, tagged me, and I didn't immediately start itching or break out in hives.
I live in Arizona so when I was little, we were always told to watch out for the jumping cacti. My next-door neighbor had a jumping cactus in his front yard, so my friends and I would take turns going up to it to see if it would "jump" at us(I didnt know you actually had to touch it and it just breaks easily). It never "jumped" at me so I felt superior and would brag to my friends that it liked me.