I was told rain was when the angels showered. A less disgusting option than pee and spit to tell a child, I suppose.

I was also told the crescent moon was my dad's toenail.

I, for some reason, believed that anything that could ever happen to a person would happen at least once before they die. Naturally I focused on bad things happening, so by that logic I knew that in my life I would be shot, stabbed, run over by a car, fall off a cliff, etc. I'd decided that I was going to save falling into a volcano until my death because why would I want that to be first, right?

Sad thing is I think I just made that trout all up on my own.