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i used to believe that when there was lightning, i would smile up to the sky because god was taking pictures of me.
one day i was playing outside when i broke a stone of a peice of dried cement,at that exect moment-thunder and lightning struck-i thought it was because of me!!!
i used to believe that rain, was god emptying his water tank, thunder was god shaking the last dregs of water out of the tank and lightning was god changing the light globes..lol boy was i a fool
I used to believe as a child that t-storms (aka thunderstorms) where actually tea bags falling from the sky.
I used to believe that thunders and lightings were coming from the God Zeus (according to the ancient greek mythology) when he was angry, because modern greeks believe in Jesus, instead in him !
i used to beleive that in a bad thunder storm, the thunder was the sound of nearby buildings crashing to the ground after being hit by lightning. I would just wait for it to hit and destroy our building, but after the storm ended, and I had a chance to servey the neighborhood, all the buildings seemed to be ok. So where did that big crashing sound come from?
When I was younger, my sister told me that thunder storms were just the thunder and lightening shouting to one another; something they had to do, as they lived too far apart to hear each others regular voice!?!
When I was very young, I thought that the sound of thunder came from God driving on the tops of the clouds. I still have a mental image of the classic bearded and robed God at the controls of a Model T, bouncing on the puffy cloud tops.
I used to believe that when I heard thunder, God was rearranging His furniture. I wasn't even a Christian then, nor was my mom, so I have no idea where it came from.
I remember hearing thunder and thinking that Godzilla was stomping through town. Needless to say I was very frightened.
I believed for years that the world would end during a thunderstorm, because my first grade teacher (a nun of course) told me when the world ended, God would come down with the thunder and lightning and take up the good people. For years I cried and trembled during thunderstorms. I still freak out a little even though my head tells me to quit being ridiculous.
I used to think that if you yelled during a thunderstorm (here in North Texas, we have a lot), that that would make the thunder happen. Well, if I hollered out the window during a storm, it did thunder eventually, right? Even if it was sometimes a delayed reaction. So, I would sit by my bedroom window durinf thunderstorms and yell out the window, making it thunder until my mom would come into my room and tell me to stop making all that noise.
I was told that lightning was God taking a picture and thunder was him clapping his hands
I used to believe that when it thundered it was a lumber yard in Heaven and God was moving around and dropping wood.
As I used to be very scared of thunder and lightning when I was little, my mum told me it was God moving his furniture around. If a particularly loud rumble of thunder occured I said it sounded like a wardrobe. If a loud clap of thunder was heard I said it sounded like he dropped it.
I used to believe that when thunder and lightning struck it was dead people in heaven going ten pin bowling. When my grandfather died (he was an obsessed bowler) I used to think it was him.
I used to believe, due to my mums home spun wisdom, that thunder was God moving his furniture.
Everytime it would either thunder or lightning outside(when it rained) I could be electrocuted merely by stepping foot into a shower.The family format was to wait until the storm had passed entirely and then proceed with cleaning your body.
I used to believe that thunder came the handle on my Dad's drill press. I called it the thunderstick. And i also thought that storms were sucked down the storm drain when they were blown out.
I used to believe that there was an old alien man riding a bicycle hooked up to a power generator in our laundry room. Of course, being an old alien, he was afraid of thunderstorms, so he sometimes stopped riding his bicycle and hid under our laundry during thunderstorms and the power would go out. I used to try to sneak him food through various cracks in the drywall. And I felt bad for him that he was riding his bike so much... Because it seemed like awful hard work. But, then I reasoned that he didn't need to ride his bike to give us power at night or while we were at school, and so he got a bunch of breaks, then.