I used to belive that sometimes my grandfather drew the clouds for me.
I thought weather forecasters were psychic and that's how they knew what the weather would be.
When I was little, my grandmother had a weather house. It had two doors. There was a woman in one door and a man in the other. The woman would come out if it was going to be sunny, and the man would come out with his umbrella if it was going to rain. I thought the man made it rain. I slapped him and broke the weather house, screaming "I hate you. Every time you come out it rains!"
I spent most of my childhood somewhere without any snow, and I read a comic where a boy explodes from getting a snow flake on his tongue.
The joke was because the snowflake was dangerous as it was the result of a nuclear winter but I didn't know what a "nuclear winter" was, so I thought that getting snow on your tongue would make you explode.
Thankfully, my father (who spent a significant amount of his childhood in Scandinavia) cleared that up pretty quickly.
When I first heard weather described as "clement", I had only heard the word as a man's name, so I thought that there was weather for all the names (like "Maurie weather" or "Elaine weather").
When I was a child I used to think that it was raining, because the clouds were crying, I believed that they were sad.
When I was a child I was absolutely terrified of tornados. (For good reason, of course). I thought a tornado was a nail- shaped cloud. It would come down out of a big cloud and pound into houses with one loud bang.. Up and down, up and down, going in a line, smashing each house individually. No wonder I was so terrified.
When I was five, I apparently didn't know how weather worked and got mad at my parents for not being able to control it.
Occasionally during the late summer there were huge cumulonimbus thunderhead clouds in the sky that formed a fantastic aerial landscape with a terrain like the surface of cauliflower. I thought that if there was only a way to get up there I could bounce and tumble around on top of those clouds the same way I sometimes jumped on my mattress. I remember hunting around outside in the park for the magic beanstalk so I could climb up to those clouds, but sadly I never found the beanstalk anywhere.
When I was a kid I thought that when it rained, it rained all over the world.
I used to believe that German people were called clouds
I used to think an avalanche was a type of bird native to the high mountains
I used to believe a cloud was hard when I little boy. But when I grew up, I soon realized that it was not true. My parents told me that the airplanes were passing through the clouds so I no longer believed it
When it rained, I though that God was sad and he is crying. When there was thunder I thought he was SUPER angry and he was shouting and/or moving furniture in house (heaven) and when there was lightening, I thought he was really really mad and he is shouting so much he is spitting fire
we used to believe that whenever there's a thunder, God and Satan are playing soccer but using a big box instead of a ball
I thought rain was made when God was crying, and wind when God blew on the earth because it was too hot.
I always thought that everytime it got cold or snowed, the plant Neptune came closer to earth.
My sister told me not to touch hail stones because they were radioactive.
When I was a child I used to believe that it was a rainy day and also a sunny day, God was fighting with the Devil
I used to believe that if I dig a very deep hole I arrive in Japan. I also believed that if I made a strange face and the wind hit my face, I would be like this forever.
Sorry if my English is not good, it's because I'm Brazilian.