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I used to believe that clouds were created by steam trains and I was worried about what would happen if steam trains stopped running completely.
I used to believe that clouds were giant blocks of ice covered in cat hair.
Between about 4-6 I used to believe that the wind came from the clouds moving.
When I was a little kid, I used to think that jets' exhaust was what created the clouds
I used to believe that when you could see your breath outside in the cold, you were making clouds. So I would breathe out a lot to make as many clouds as possible :)
I once knew a girl who used to believe that the sun was actaully a really bright gold fish very high up.
That when it rained it rain all over the world
I used to believe that the angels sat up in the clouds and when it rained they were throwing buckets of water off the edge of the clouds. I would watch the rain looking for gaps thinking that was when they had to run and fill their buckets with more water.
As a child, when it rained I used to think someone had had forgot to turn off the faucet left the water running, in heaven.
For some reason at one point when I was a kid I thought tornadoes were a good thing and wished we lived somewhere where the was a tornado everyday (ya I was weird)
I used to love the wind in my hair and believed that the wind visited my hair the most because it loved me.
I then told my best friend that she was no longer my best friend and that the wind had taken her place.
I used to believe that the whole world rained at the same time.
I used to believe that, at night, snow and/or rain came from streetlights. I never took into account where I thought it came from during the day... but at night I was certain it came from streetlights.
Ever since I can remember, I always thought I could talk to the wind. If it was blowing hard, I would put my hands on my hips and say "Stop being so cranky!" and the like for different situations... Sometimes I'm still tempted to ;)
When I was little, I used to believe you could actually touch the clouds and wanted to grab part of one and keep it in a box.
I used to believe that rain was angels crying.
I was told by my Dad that I had to stay inside during a hurricane because the eye would spot me and come destroy the house. I think i was 14 when I stopped dreaming of this huge eye looking at me.
When I first came to the U.S. I was 5 years old and it was winter. A few days into the move to our apartment in NYC it had snowed overnight. When I first saw the snow I thought it was piles of sugar all over the streets. I asked my dad why there was sugar all over the streets, he laughed.
I used to believe rain were God's tears
Upon seeing a red sky when I was younger, I enquired as to what it was that made it that way. My dad told me the clouds were on fire.