When I was young:

A rainbow was the most magical, beautiful thing in the world.

A flower that told me a boy did indeed, love me, held authority absolute.

The sun in the sky was, in fact, me, or at least according to my parents. Stars, somehow, were also me, because my parents said I was their shining star.

Perfume smelled pretty because mommy wore it.

It rained because the angels were crying....I'd done something bad.....

Clouds are fluffy and look like cotton candy, and you can sit on them and they'll float you up to heaven if you're good.


Now, I know that:

A rainbow is, in fact, the splitting of light into its component 7 colours due to the difference in wavelengths of each colour of the V Light spectrum.

A flower's verdict on love, using principles of general progression and pairs, can be predicted: Pick a flower with an odd number of petals and start with "He Loves Me", or an even number and start with "He Loves Me Not".

The sun shines because of the proton-proton chain reactions that occur in their cores, resulting in the burning of hydrogen into helium nuclei, i.e. nuclear fusion. This results in an enormous amount of radiant energy being released.

Perfume smells pretty because of the covalent molecules that make it up, that are extremely volatile and have a low melting point, resulting in their vapourization and diffusion.

Rain occurs because water evaporates from bodies of water and condenses in the atmosphere to form clouds...

Which, by the way, are not dense enough to sit on because they are merely droplets of water. Even if it WERE possible to sit on one, the extremely low air pressure would make it near impossible to breathe.


Does anyone ELSE miss being a kid?

Queen Sana at 9:08 PM