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When I was young I thought that if it was raining here it was raining everywhere.
I used to believe I could control the weather by singing rain rain go away or blowing the clouds away.
I used to believe if I looked up when it was raining, my eyes would fill with water and I would drown. Thanks for that, dad.
I used to believe that clouds were made from a factory chimney that was south of my home town.
When I was little my parents told me tornadoes were afraid of water to keep me from having panic attacks when tornadoes came since we lived next to a lake. Freshman year, I was at my friends house and the tornado sirens went off. I told her not to worry because she had a pool in her backyard. Needless to say, I haven't heard the end of it.
When I was little, I believed my dad could stop the rain at any second while driving down the freeway. What I didn't notice was that he would shout "stop!" every time we would drive under an overpass. I finally figured it out around 7 or 8. :)
We learned in about 1st grade that clouds were made of water vapor. We also learned that water vaporizes at 212° F. I put 2 and 2 together and believed that clouds were scorching hot. One day while riding in the car through dense fog, i asked my mom what fog was made of. She said it was basically a cloud on the ground. I wondered how we'd get out of the car without being burned.
When I was little, I believed that it was someone's job to hoist the sun up into the sky, and someone else's job to climb a really big ladder to hang up the clouds. Since sometimes there were no clouds in the sky, I assumed that person didn't go to work. I was always worried the man who hoisted the sun wouldn't go to work one day, and it would be dark when I woke up.
When I way little I use to think that rain was God crying. When my brother was little he thought it was God peeing. Compared the other kids, he REALLY hated being caught in the rain
When I was little (around 5/6 y.o,) and there were thunderstorms my grandmother would tell me that God was angry and I would get terrified. Then when I was a little older, I remember me and my cousins spending the summer at my grandmother's house and they told me that thunder was God bowling and getting a strike. So for the longest time I thought God got very angry when he bowling in heaven
My dad told me fog was just clouds sleeping. and some of them were lazy and fell asleep right on the road. I always felt a little sad when we ran over them :[
When I was little and riding in the car with my mom I would stare at the sun and I would sneeze (I loved to sneeze). I thought I had superpowers, or that I was allergic to the sun.
I used to believe that tornadoes were spinning jack-o-lanterns in the air bent on destroying my house.
When I was little, up until about the age of 18, I couldn't figure out how worms ended up on the sidewalk after it rained. I just assumed they fell from the sky. God, I am smart.
I used to believe clouds disappeared at night. I didn't know where they went or why some nights I could see stars and others I couldn't.
I used to believe that when it rained or snowed where we lived, it was raining or snowing all over the rest of the entire world too.
I used to believe that driving caused the clouds to move.
I used to believe that I could control the wind.
Thanks to an older cousin, I used to believe that tornadoes were alive and could actually see us, so that’s why we had to hide in a hallway without windows during tornado drills in elementary school.
That Icould hide the sun with clouds at my will, and it did work everytime.