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i used to Believe that if you ate the top of broccili then your hair would turn all green a bushy and if you ate the bottom of it your arms and legs would go all stiff and green!
as you can guess i still hate broccili!
I used to believe that the mouse in the dungeon of Eureka's Castle-- and this completly reveals my ages, lived in my stomach and would grind up my food. I really don't know why, but that's what I always thought.
I used to think that tasty meant crunchy so if something was crunch I would ewwww this is really tasty.
Last year my little cousin, who is about 6 stayed at our house for a week, one day I bought a dozen of donuts and my little cousin started eating them, after the second donut I told him that if he ate the holes in the donuts he would end up with a hole inside his stomach, after that I went about my day, that night I went to grab a dounut and found nothing but the holes of the donuts, he had eaten all of them ecxept for the parts around the hole.
When I was young, I thought when a food was "spicey hot" you could blow on it to make it not "hot. For example, when I chewed Big Red gum, I would take it out of my mouth and blow on it because I thought that would make it "cool" down. Silly me!
When I was little, my grandpa told me you are what you eat. I used to eat so many peanut butter sandwiches! I used to believe that I would actually turn into a jar of peanut butter! I was so little, I didn't even bother wondering why adults weren't food!
Well, this isn't about me but my little brother. We had a dog and he would shed all the time so there'd be strands of hair everywhere. I told my brother that if he accidentally swallow a strand of dog hair, he would grow fur too. And then I said that it was already too late for him and I pointed out that there were fur on him already(it was actually his arm hair/peach fuzz). He started panicking and I was cracking up.
My mum would always talk about the dangers of eating raw meat for fear of tapeworms, and said that if you had one, you needed to put a bowl of soup up to your mouth and the tapeworm would come out. I believed this for quite some time, until I learnt that tapeworms live in your intestines, not your stomach :P
I used to believe that my stomach had a tiny mouth inside of it that would help chew up my food. So some days I would swallow food whole and hope that the tiny mouth in my stomach enjoyed eating as much as I did.
When I was a tot- I thought that when I swallowed food, there were lots of little elf type men chopping it up into smaller pieces as it went down my throat and into my stomach.
when i was about 5 my nan told me that "my intestines were talking to eachother" whenever my tummy rumbled and i imagined little round black things sitting around a coffee table having a conference in an office. hahaa also i used to look at wallpaper and see weird faces - i was trully a deranged child.
When I was little my mom always said that you are what you eat. So, I was afraid that of I ate something, I would turn into that!
When I was little and wouldn't eat my mom always told me she used to have a brother named Joey that wouldn't eat either and he got so skinny that a strong gust of wind blew him away and they never saw him again. I believed it..
I used to believe that "utensils" were underwear!
I used to believe that if i swallowed some Play-Doh and made a wish, my wish would come true.
My mom used to tell me that bread crust made you whistle just so i would eat it.
The phrase "down the wrong pipe", ie, swallowing the wrong way, led me to believe that I had a whole range of pipes inside me, one for each of the different things I ate. So I would say, "Oh no, my peas went down the apple juice pipe!", etc. I used to wonder how they could all fit, I needed so many of them...
If you eat a banana peal you can fly!!!!!
I used to think that when you ate something, it would just stack up inside your stomach. I had this mental picture of all these foods stacking up inside my stomach and once they would reach the top it would start coming up out of your mouth.
I believed that ham was mouse meat, because it was pink and my dad told me so.
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