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When I was little I used to beleive that when it rained it was actually angels taking baths and splashing water everywhere.

Elizabeth

I used to believe that by whistling, the wind would blow harder...so up until the 5th grade when I found out this wasn't true, I kept on whistling and my friends would ask me what I was doing.

winds and whistle

My wife looked out of our sunroof one day and said, "It's funny how they do that." I just said... "Do What?" And she said, "The Cloud makers!"...... She thought that airplanes were there to make clouds.

Anon

One cold windy day my teenage daughter asked me,"So Mom, is the windshield factor how cold your windshield gets when the air hits it or what?"

Anon

I used to believe that the clouds passing by was evidence that the world was spinning and that windy days meant the planet was spinning extra fast.

Rosie

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.

Anon

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

gemgen101

I used to think that the trails that Airplanes left in the sky, that's how clouds were made.

Anon

My friend's daughter always thought we were talking about the "windshield factor" She couldn't understand how we could tell how cold it was using a windshield.

Anon

When I was little, I used to believe that the sun followed me everywhere, like a spy and moved willingly. When I got into the car I wanted this to be faster to escape from the sun and when I entered into the house looked out the window to see if it was gone ...

Bernhard Unterrainer

I used to call the rays of light from the sun "sun BEANS". That's what it sounded like to me.

Anon

when i was a kid, i used to sleep early in the night and wake up after the sun rose...so i used to believe that sun rises only after we wake up from sleep, and if we did not sleep in the night, there will not be the morning.

lily

we used to believe that whenever there's a thunder, God and Satan are playing soccer but using a big box instead of a ball

Thabo Tsheko

When I was a child I was absolutely terrified of tornados. (For good reason, of course). I thought a tornado was a nail- shaped cloud. It would come down out of a big cloud and pound into houses with one loud bang.. Up and down, up and down, going in a line, smashing each house individually. No wonder I was so terrified.

Anon

Rain contained snail eggs...mmmm

klaus

When we was young there was a belife that the Nothern Light would take you away i you where dressed in white or used somthing with the color white. At cold days during the winter in nothern Norway you see the Nothern Light. So every time it was cold and clear weahter we become so afraid that we did not leave the house, or kept us so close to the house as possible. If we were outside we ran back to the house as fast as possible when the nothern light was seen in the sky.

Anon

when i was young i used to believe that when it was foggy, it was because the clouds were asleep

AdelaidA

when i was a little kid i thought that when it rained that angels were crying so when it rained i'd stand outside screaming " NO ! DONT CRY ! ITS OK ! " until my mom made me go back inside.. wat a dork

homeslice

When I was really little (like, 5 or 6 maybe), I used to believe that rainbows were solid objects, and they always went all the way to the ground. I mean, come on, how else could the Care Bears slide down them otherwise? Lol.

Emily

The Sky is Dirty

When I was very small, we lived in southern California, where it never rains in the summer - just months and months of cloudless, blue skies. The interval between spring and fall rains was long enough that a 3-year old might not have developed enough memory retention yet to recall last time it rained.

So, one day when I was just about 3 or so, I awakened to a dark grey sky. It was cold, which felt strange and uncomfortable. My mom dressed me in a little sweatshirt she retrieved from the cedar chest. I did not remember the shirt; yet I knew it was "mine". It was strangely familiar despite the weird smell from being stored away with moth balls. It was also too small, and mom had to tug pretty hard to get it over my head.

I looked out the window, scowling at the dark grey sky and gumbled, "The sky is dirty!" My mom glanced at me and remarked absently the sky was just cloudy. I didn't get the concept, which left me feeling puzzled and even more grumpy.

Later, I conferred with my best friend about the ugly dirty sky situation. We decided to do something about it. We ran into the house and dragged a high chair and a tall stool out into the yard. We thought climbing on top of the high chairs would put us up plenty high enough for what we needed to do.

My mom looked out the window and saw us on our perches, stretching up and waving dish towels at the sky. Puzzled, she came out and asked what we were doing. We informed her that the sky was dirty and we were going to clean it up! "Ah", she said, and disappeared back into the house where she cracked up with secret laughter. Alas, even the high chair didn't put us up high enough and the sky remained dirty! Later, when it started to rain, I was just amazed to see water falling from the sky. Will wonders never cease?

Teelbee