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When I was about 6 or 7 years old, for some reason, I believed that if I couldn't hear myself breathing I had obviously stopped breathing altogether and was liable to drop down dead at any moment. So I started breathing really loudly, really inhaling and exhaling deeply, so I could always hear myself. One night my dad was reading me a bedtime story and I was listening along, breathing really deeply. He asked me if I was alright - i sounded like I had asthma or something. I explained what I was doing and he put my mind to rest. I was a strange child...
When I was little, I use to believe that the reason people stretched all the time was because if they sat too long they would shrink, so stretching was a way to get back the original size.
I decided one day when I was 5 or so that if you can breath through your mouth and nose you should be able to drink though your mouth and nose too. I had a big glass of grape juice and and straw. I put the straw up one nostril and inhaled deeply. I found out the hard way that this wouldn't work. I also found out that grape juice stains.
My mom told me when i was about 4 that if I keep sniffing instead of blowing my nose when it was runny that my head would explode. I believed this for a very long time. I never sniffed and when I saw my friends do it in daycare I would freak out and start yelling at them to stop unless they wanted their head to explode!
When I was very smallI saw a program that showed people cutting up worms, and it described how the worms would regenerate. At that age, I assumed that the human world and the animal kingdom were pretty much the same. I decided that arms, legs, and fingers could do the same if you cut them off. But, for some reason I knew getting your head lopped off was very bad. My mother and I were in a supermarket when I saw a man with one arm. I confidently blurted out, "Hey mister, how long will it take for your arm to grow back?" Thankfully, he smiled. Before he could answer, my mother dragged me away and set me straight. When she asked me how I came to the conclusion that people could grow their limbs back, I shouted through big tears, "The worms mommy! The worms!"
I used to think that everyone had a ball of hair wound tight inside their head. The ball would unwind and our hair would grow, but when there was no more ball of hair, you went bald. Everyone had different size balls of hair in their cranium and depending on how big your ball was, determined how long until you went bald.
When i was little i believed that pads were for moms and dads. Whenever they would go to work they would put one on so that they could pee their pants (since they didn't have a bathroom break like we did at school) and nobody would know.
When I was 8, my mother was very pregnant with my sister. Whenever she went to the bathroom, I'd stand guard by the door because I used to believe the baby might fall into the potty and I'd have to rescue it.
I thought that since boys sat down when they went #2 and stood up when they went #1, and since girls sat down for #1, they had to poo standing up because it just all made sense when I was little.
When I was around 6, I noticed my mother's friend had slacks with a side zipper, so I thought that women somehow peed out the side of their leg.
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