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My aunt had my cousin convinced that clouds were made by sticking cotton balls together with peanut butter and throwing them up into the air.
I used to believe that went the sun went down, it went down into the ground over in China.
i used to think that clouds got in the sky by the skywriters. One day there was no clouds and i said that it must be his day off
My cousin moved from Texas to Illinois when she was about 4. At the time is was winter and she had never seen snow. When her mother told her that she was finally going to see snow she started crying. As it turned out she thought that snow came out of the sky in the form of snowballs and they would hit you in the head if you went outside.
when i was small about 4 or 5 i asked "why dose the sun kept disapearing?"
"its cloudy." my mom replied.
i heard clowny and pictured big fat clowns covering the sun.
I used to believe that winter came because the earth had moved farther away from the sun. It never occured to me that it was summer in other parts of the world, I thought we had global summers and winters. That never explained why it never snowed during our Christmas time, which is in summer.
Growing up in Los Angeles, I believed snow came down in balls - literally snowballs falling from the sky. Imagine my disapointment the first time that I saw snow.
When i was little i believed that clouds were cotton candy that angels lived in and rain was angel tears
I used to believe that when it rained god was crying, and when it thundered he was rolling over in bed, and when there was an earthquake the dead people were rolling over in their graves!
When I was young, I believed that the dark clouds brought the nighttime darkness. I would run in on a cloudy day, and say, is it time to go to bed mummy.
When i was younger , maybe about 7 or 8 i used to believe clouds never moved or changed shape. they would stay in the same position and the world moved, i believed if it rained one day then the same time the next year when the world turned a full circle it would be raining again
Ok, I live in a place where it snows quite a bit. When I was in kindergarten, I thought that when it snowed, it was god's dandruff. I beleived this until I was in the third grade, I think. So, whenever it would snow, I was afraid to go outside because I thought I would get dandruff.
I used to believe that on the rare occassion when it rained while the sun was still shining, the sun would get wet and drip and set fire to anything it drips on which
My older brothers told me that if it rained and the sun was shining, the rain was radioactive! So whenever it happened, I would run for cover as fast as possible so I wouldn't get "radiation poisoning."
I can vivdly remember my sister laughing when I suggested to her that it was impossible to get dirty in winter because all the dirt was frozen. Seemed like sound logic as a kid being told it was time to take a bath.
I used to think that when you saw a rainbow there would be a little green leprechaun sitting there with a pot of gold, and if you tried to steal the gold he would push you into the rainbow and your body would get boils and burn to death...
when i was 5 or so i used to beleive the weather had something to do with where god was living such as thunder was when he moved his furniature rain was when he pulled the plug after a bath and lightning was him flicking the lights on and off
When I was about 5 or so, I used to believe that when it was raining it was God who would be bathing and the water would be running down the drains which was the clouds. Even up to now I can't figure out where I got that idea.
When I was little, my grandfather used to tell me that I was so pretty I could walk between the raindrops. Whenever it was cloudy out, but not raining, I believed it really was but I was just walking between the drops. Whenever it really was raining out and I was getting wet, I used to think it was because I did something wrong and so God was punishing me.
When he was little, my dad thought that clouds were patches of leftover smoke from cannons being shot in the Civil War.
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