When I was much younger I spent a summer on an island in the middle of Lake Nicaragua. The sunsets were incredible- we would all stop what we were doing and sit on the porches to watch them. It wasn't till I got home that I found out they were so spectacular because the volcano on the next island had erupted.
I have a cousin who was born right in between the dates on which they decide whether you go to kindergarten one year or the next, so they gave him a test. One of the questions was to name something that flew. He had just moved up to vermont into a yard with dozens of maple trees, and it was fall. He responded "seeds". They decided to wait a year.