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I was 4 years old and it was my first time in the Netherlands. It was pretty cold outside and being from a tropical country, where it's always 30 degrees, I asked my mom if they could turn off the airconditioning.
I lived in Hong Kong my whole life and never went to anywhere cold until my family moved to Chicago in the United States. I had watched many American movies though, and that was my only exposure to snow.
So, the first time I saw snow out my window I ran outside and tried to catch the snow on my tongue like I had seen over and over in the movies. but, I was dissapointed! I had expected it to be sweet... otherwise why else catch it on your tongue?
My friend used to believe that snowflakes were very big - only slightly smaller than dinner plates. He is from Florida but now attends college with me in the Midwest. He thought the little white specks, as seen in movies, were merely small ice crystals, not real snowflakes. Only during a recent snowstorm did he figure out the truth.
He is a very bright engineering student and is eighteen years old.
When my mom was little her dad was telling her about tornadoes. Apprently my mom didn't know what a tornado was. She actually believed a tornado was a bird. She asked her dad that if a tornado came through the window, could she shoot it? He laughed and said that she could. but it wouldn't help any.
When i was about 6 or 7 I remember asking my dad what the wheather will be like " is it going to be sunny or rainy?" He'd look up at the sky & then give me an answer, which was usually right.
For years i thought he was magical or something.
It took years for me to realise he just watched the weather report! :-0
I believed that wind was caused because the trees moved. I was completely sure my conclusion was correct.
I used to think rain was invisible, like wind. When I realised I could actually see it if I tried hard enough, I thought I had superpowers.
I used to believe I could control the weather. One day when I was about 7 my daddy was planning a fishing trip and wouldn't take me. We were watching the news and it was supposed to be sunny, I was so mad I couldn't go I wished it would rain. It did. I was so amazed with myself I wasn't even mad when he went anyway!
When I was little, I used to believe that wind was caused by whales flapping their tails way out in the ocean.
I used to believe that it rained worms, because the sidewalks were always covered with them after a rainfall.
A friend of my parents was visiting when I was about 5 years old. It was raining outside and he had been out jogging. My mother remarked that he was barely wet from the rain, and he said jokingly that he had been running zigzag between the raindrops. I didn't get the joke, and for at least a year (maybe a few years) I thought it was actually possible to run in the rain and not get wet by running zigzag.
I used to belive that in the fall when the leafs fell from the trees, it was the long neck dinosaur ghosts eating them. You would see them on the ground becaus ethe ghosts arent solid.
The first time I saw fog, I thought the air had turned sour.
Because the way my Dad described humidity as the amount of moisture/water in the atmosphere, I used to think that if the humidity level reached 100% we would be all covered in water, flood-like, and drown.
When I was a litlle boy mi mom always told me that when the sky was pink (because of the low sun) it meant that Santa-Claus was baking pancakes. I believed it for years and now I still have a sudden urge for pancakes when I see the sky turning pink!
I used to believe that tornadoes were gigantic nail-shaped clouds that came down out of the sky and smashed houses. One by one, in a row, the tornado-nail would move up and down smashing all the houses of the neighborhood. Then it would go back into the sky until the next tornado warning
My sister told me that snow was God's dandruff.
When I was very wee, I used to believe that I could catch the clouds. Every time the fog would come in, I would run outside with my pillow case, desperately trying to catch them. I thought that if I was sucessful, my pillow case would carry me up to the sky and I could live on the clouds.
Once when I was young, my dad and I were walking home from the park and it started to rain. My dad didn't want to get all wet so he started to run so he could get out of the rain as soon as possible. Well, being a naive little girl and seeing my big strong daddy running, I figured he was afraid of the rain, and that rain must be a very scary and harmful thing indeed if it could frighten my dad. I was afraid of the rain for a long time afer that.
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!