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I used to believe that cumulo nimbus clouds signaled an imminent invasion by UFO's, since in the movie EARTH VS. THE FLYING SAUCERS the camera looked skyward to see such clouds, which was immediately followed by said invasion.
My fear of tornados was heighted when I learned in elementary school that there was an "eye" of the tornados. It confirmed what I had feared, you couldn't sit next to windows because they would see you.
i used to think that the weather men were soldiers in big black hats and red suits (like the ones outside buckingham palace) and they used to climb up a big ladder and poke their haed in the clouds and tell the queen what the weather was like.
they always got it wrong and i wondered how safe the queen was
I used to think that when it rained, God was peeing on us.
I thought that rain meant God was crying. When it was sunny it was because He was happy and when it was snowing it was because He wanted to decorate the world.
I once thought then when it rained God was crying and when it snowed he was scratching dry skin.
top belief!
I used to think that fog was solid. Like cotton candy. Whenever we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge when it was shrouded in fog I would scream if the windows were rolled down. I was convinced the fog would force it's way inside and suffocate us. It wasn't until my mother pointed out to me the many happy people in their cars, with their windows rolled down, that I finally believed we would not die.
As a little freak of a kid I believed that acid rain would severely burn someone, and that it made a sizzling sound upon contact with the flesh.
I used to think that clouds were attached to the sky and the earth turned underneath them. Some days the earth turned faster than the day before, sometimes it turned the other way. Wind was caused by the turning of the earth.
When I was about in grade 2, I used to believe that I could control the wind by singing. I thought of myself as somekind of goddess. I had even convinced other kids in the school yard that by singing I could make the wind blow.
I used to believe that when it rained it was God and the angels taking showers.
When I was young I thought that when the sunset You could see heaven in it, because it was so beautiful and I knew heaven was beautiful. Still when I think about my grandma in heaven it helps to look out at a beautiful sunset and know that she is at peace.
When it was foogy outsied i used to believe that God was cleanig his house and the fog outside was his dust.
I used to think God was crying when it rained, he was angry when there was a storm, he was happy when the sun was out and bored when it was cloudy.
I used to believe that when the weatherman talked about the "wind chill" he was saying "wind shield," and that meant they had a giant platform on the back of a semi truck that they could raise to deflect the wind away from the town.
I used to believe when my mom said it was cool outside she ment it was Cool(as in hes cool cus thatntince could be confusing)
Whenever it was foggy outside i used to think that God was cleaning his house. I thought that the fog was the dust form his house.
I used to think that when the weather man was talking about the "windchill" he was saying 'windshield" I believed that the cold weather had something to do with the cars windshield.
When I was little, whenever a storm came, I'd always stay inside and run around like a maniac.
One night we were going through a particularly bad storm. Tired of my antics, my grandmother told me that movement attracts lightning. So, I believed that if I moved in the slightest way, I'd get electrocuted.
Even today, more than a year after she died, I still sleep or read during a storm, and avoid getting up!
When I was a child, I thought that when it rained, God had stationed one angel to each large bucket of water. On the count of three, he gave them the go-ahead to turn them over all at the same time.
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