nature: weather

When I was about 5 I thought that the clouds were cotton candy and when I got taller I would be able to pick it and eat as much cotton candy as I wanted. My brother told me that when it rained God and Satan were fighting over rice in a pot that when God won( which he always did) Satan would cry and throw over the pot and the rice and Satan's tears would mix and make rain.

My mom told me one time during a tornado warning that if it was raining, that there could not be a tornado.
I had a plan.
I would go outside if I saw the tornado, and grab the hose. Then, I would spray the tornado down and make it go away. I would save the whole neighborhood!!

When i was younger i thought thunder was from mother nature bowling and lightning was from mother nature not paying her electric bill and rain was from mother nature crying and i thought wind was from mother nature sneezing ( i think) Whenever one of these things happened i would always look out my window for mother nature.

Growing up, our neighbor had two small, white stone statutes in her yard, a squirrel and a dog.

One day I was playing the role of Smarter Older Sister and telling my 9-year-old brother about acid rain. "Know those animals in Mrs. Daniels's yard?" I said. "They would still be alive today if they had had the sense to come in out of the acid rain."

He was 11 before he realized how full of shit I was.

I used to think that clouds were solid, and that if I could find a ladder tall enough, I could go sit on top of one. I told my mom my theory, and was dissapointed to find out that it'd never work.

When I lived in San Francisco as a child, I asked my aunt why the fog horns blew every night and she told me they used them to blow the fog off the Golden Gate Bridge! I was able to go to sleep comforted by that thought.

when my cousin first learned the water cycle he told me about evaporation, and told me that was when the water on the ground suddenly flew up into the air and that i was too small so i would be sucked up with it, and he told me that if this happened he would have to tackle me and hold me down..so i went on for years fearing that one day it would rain up instead of down and some random guy would tackle me and hold me down so i didn't fly into the clouds

My dad thought when he was little, rain was caused by army guys in the clouds with rain guns.

I grew up in Florida and my grandparents lived in NY. I always loved the snow so my grandfather told me that he would send me a snow ball. Weeks later I recieved a moth ball in a babyfood jar labeled 'snow ball'...I believed for YEARS that it was a snow ball.

When I was 4 or 5 I used to think that the wind came from trees, that somehow, the trees were moving and fanning the earth... My mom had to explain that it was the other way around.

I used to believe that thunder and lightning was caused not by the discharge of electicity from the clouds to the ground, but rather it was caused by dragons fighting

When I was a kid I thought that when tornado/twisters were what happened when God sneezed.

I used to believe that the clouds moving was caused by the spinning of the Earth... that the clouds stayed in one spot.

I used to believe planes going through clouds are what made it rain. I was really disappointed to see no rain or thunder the first time I remember being on a plane.

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 :[

I used to believe that the softest bed in the world was one giant cloud that was shaped like a bed, but you had to be careful when you slept on it because if you got too comfortable you might fall through.