I had two beliefs about rain when I was a child:
1) That when it was raining, God was crying.
2) I thought it rained everywhere in the world.
I thought weather forecasters were psychic and that's how they knew what the weather would be. I wasn't sure why their psychic powers sometimes didn't work though
When I was a little boy, I used to believe I thought that the rainbow was imaginary.
One day, it was raining, I left school with my parents and I was tired.
I saw a rainbow in the distance, I started to tell myself that it was a dream, but no because I watched the rainbow many times.
I remembered myself than in cartoon a rainbow is long, but we could that after he so find a treasure, I had to back because he started to late.
So today I grew up, I realize now that this was not a legend, and that's just because of the weather.
When I was a little girl , I thought that God was crying when it rained ,I thought that God was happy when the weather was good, I thought that God was angry when there was a thunder , I thought that God was blowing when it was wind and stormy.
My mother explained to me that it was only my imagination but today , as soon as I think about the weather it makes me laugh so much !!!
When I was a little boy I used to believe that rain came from two clouds which had argued and that rainbows came from the two clouds which had become friends again.
And now I longer believe it since I know it's because of the difference in heat between them and a rainbow comes from sun reflect with a rain.
But I'm certain that my first idea was much better ...
When I was little I used to believe that we could walk on rainbows or get close to them . One day I got in my car with my family and a rainbow was here I asked them if we could get closer to it. I even begged them but they didn't want. I explained them why I wanted to get closer to it and then they told me how the rainbows were created . Now I know how the rainbows are created and that I can't walk on it . I do wanted to know what we could see or reach or if there was a end to the rainbow.
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