nature: weather

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.

I used to think that tornados were HUGE scary potatos that had wind flying around them (like Taz the cartoon character), and that it had red beady eyes and fangs and would come after you. I would hide for hours when there was even a tornado watch, with my brother's football helmet on and my parents could never find me.

I used to believe that whenever it rained, God was crying.

I used to believe that you would get a break from breathing when you slept and the reason our parents were always hurrying us to bed at night would be so that we were asleep when they changed the air in the world ready for the next day.

I used to believe that on the rare occassion when it rained while the sun was still shining, the sun would get wet and drip and set fire to anything it drips on which

When I was a small child my family - specifically my older brothers and sisters had me convinced that snow was a different color in each state of the country. For example, Vermont had blue snow, New Hampshire was green, etc. Of course, every time it would snow, I would beg my parents to go see the colored snow in the other states because all I ever got to see was New York's snow which was white! Go figure!

I grew up in Florida were it doesn't snow. In school we would create snow flakes for decorations during the holidays. But it wasn't until I saw snow at age 18 that I realized snow flakes were microscopic, not 8x10.

my mum said jack frost came to our yard last night/i looked out the door and said where is he?they all laughed at me

When i was 4-5 years old i thought that when it rained god was having a shower I also used to belive when you went on a plane journey you would see angels i was quite upset when i found out that wasnt true when i went on a plane jouney lol !

I used to believe that smoke stacks that pumped out white smoke were cloud makers.

Ok, I live in a place where it snows quite a bit. When I was in kindergarten, I thought that when it snowed, it was god's dandruff. I beleived this until I was in the third grade, I think. So, whenever it would snow, I was afraid to go outside because I thought I would get dandruff.