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i used to believe that if someone or myself sneezed and you didn't say "god bless you" then that person or you would die.
When I was younger, I used to believe that your shoulder blades behind your back were pre-mature angel wings ready to sprout when you died.
i used to believe that if u didnt wash behind your ears potatos would grow in the dirt
I used to like to crack my knee. My mom and grandma would tell me that i would break my knee and the doctor would have to open me up to fix it. An image of a doctor prying me open and nothing but blackness being there. I know that will never happen but that image scared me so much!nTo this day i've not cracked my knee once.
My mother made me believe that If you eat ear wax, you will become mute, And I even convinced my cousin to believe in this as well. So one day, when my mother sent us to sleep early, we were so upset, so we decided to eat each other's ear wax to be mute to protest against her.
when i was little my older sisters would tell me that when you sneeze, that is your soul trying to escape. for a while i would always try and hold back my sneezes or do it very softly so my soul wouldn'know.
When i was little, maybe 3 or 4, i used to think that tears actually weren't real, they were just a myth. Once i got really mad at my parents, and i went off and started crying tears! i was so surprised, i started crying even more.
Up until 3rd grade I used to believe that humming was an inaudible sound. One day, the teacher was walking around and she asked, "Who's humming." And I thought, "She can hear that!?"
i was talking to my aunt one day about what you believed in when you were little and she told me a funny one
she didnt know how the body worked, so she just assumed thaat there was something running it. She thought that snap crackle and pop were in her stomach and they ran everything that happened inside of us.
My brother came up to me once and said, "Rachie, when does your booger-maker stop making boogers?" He thought that once you became an adult your booger-maker working.
While playing a game of Catergories one day ( you have catergories and a letter of alphabet and you had find something for each) I was sittting beside my mums friend who had a wierd sense of humour! One of the catergories was "Body Parts" and the letter was "T" - I was only 8 and couldn't come up with anything so my mums friend "helped" me!
Well at the end of the round we all had to call out what we had written down- it came to me and proudly said "testicals" of course the room erupted but then the helpful friend asked " Where are testicals Terri?"
You can imagine the laughter when i pointed to my throat!
I used to think that I would never stop growing, and that eventually my parents would have to take out the roof and build a higher one because I'd be coming out the top of the house.
When thinking on how my parents seemed to have stopped growing some time ago, I decided that they just hadn't tried hard enough.
I used to think that we remembered things because our brain took a picture every time we blinked. So when we were out in the car and I saw something I wanted to remember, I'd make sure to blink really hard. This was when I was about 3.
I used to belief that to kiss like adults do, all you had to do was give a long peck while swaying your head sideways.
That was my interpretation of french kissing!
I used to think that shadows felt pain, and sent it to their "owner".
I "discovered" this when I proudly exclaimed to my Grandpa, "I just stepped on you shadow!" He played along with it, and pretended like it hurt him really badly. I wouldn't step on anyones shadow for the longest time, in fear of hurting them
I used to think that the noises my stomach were from little people in my stomach talking to eachother.
I used to think that my body was filled with really tiny workers; sort of like Oompa-Loompas. They controlled everything I did. I thought they helped me poop when I needed to go. So they pushed it, when it was too hard I even whispered, "Work harder, I need help!" They also painted pictures of my memories and thumbtacked or sticky-tacked them in the walls of my brain.
Kinda weird...
When I was little I had a pet frog that my mom let go in the middle of the night. I woke up the next day with a scratchy throat and a horse voice. My mom said I "had a frog in my throat". I thought I had swallowed my frog in the middle of the night.
When i was young, my brother told me that if I wanted to learn to wissle, I had to sit on the toilet and eat Dutch crisp bakes (rusks), and then try it, so I did.....you're mouth is so dry then, that it will never happen, but that i figured out a few days later...well, he also made me belief that you can actually eat soap....so I did...it was terrible, even with cleaning your mouth afterwards...with water!
When i was younger, i got told that is you blow your nose too hard, then you will actually be blowing your brains out!
Fancy telling at 5 years old that!!!!
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