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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.
When I was really little I was walking through my grandparents apple orchard and an apple fell right on my head. I'd seen the Wizard of Oz days before, so I was convinced that one of the trees had thrown it at me. I still steer clear of apple trees, and I'm 21 years old.
My older brothers used to tell me that the plant outside our dining room window grew lizards. The leaves on it are long and skinny and there were always lizards around. I believe that for way too long!
If I smelled a dandelion, I would wet the bed.
One day, when I was about 5, I saw a cartoon, in which a boy burried a toy-car and the other day a tree grew from it with toy-cars instead of fruits hanging from its branches. On that afternoon, after this cartoon, I burried my mom's wedding ring in order to plant a golden-ring-tree, which would solve the financial problems of my family. At that time, we were living with my great-grandfather in Hungary. When he was informed about my plan, he took a shovel and a sieve and dug up the whole garden in the hope that he would find the ring. Of course he did not. Well, I thought that I would be a hero...Luckily,my parents have sense of humor,so I wasn't punished...
When I was younger, I believed that plants had pulses al well. When I saw a friend of my older sister tear a leaf off one, I immediately went to the trunk in order to check on the tree.
when i was younger I used to believe that trees could speak with me and I spent all the summer evening speaking with the tree in my garden.
When I was 5 I was up in a tree with all the other kids in some back yard or other. Most likely a spider bit me or I cut myself on a sharp branch. There wasn't a lot of blood, but added to the pain, it was enough to scare me silly. All I saw was a red leaf as I scrambled down and away from the tree. For many years I was loath to go near any thing with a red leaf. Not long ago I had to weed eat near a bush that had some red leaves and felt a ting of that old fear. And I'm 43 years old.
When I was a child, there was a house with a monkey-puzzle tree in the garden. It was very sinister looking, and we all believed that you couldn't speak when walking past it, or terrible things would befall you. No matter how noisy we were as children, none of us spoke when passing this tree. To this day, I still can't pass a monkey puzzle tree without remembering, and without speaking!
i used to beleive all the trees were for sale not the land