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When I was little, I though there was this little thing inside you that kind of resembled Plankton from Spongbob that had another little thing inside that, and that one had another inside that and so on and when you ate, it would go down your throught and fall into the little thing's mouth and he would swallow it, and then the food would fall into the other little things mouth and so on and so on. Then when the food finally got to the last little person, it got fatter and that was why you grew.
I was told that beer caused beards to grow and believed it up through my teenage years.
I used to believe that when I blinked I would miss something important so I would try my hardest to never blink, because I didn't want to miss anything.
This stopped after my mother asked me what I was doing and she told me the truth.
I USED TO BELIEVE THAT IF YOU PICKED DANDEIONS YOU WOULD WET THE BED AND THAT IF YOU SWALLOWED APPLE PIPS AN APPLE TREE WOULD GROW OUT OF YOUR B-M
i used to believe that my brain was a little person who controlled my thoughts and my every move and slept when i did and while i was at school the person ran on a tredmill so i would know everything
I used to think that "Butterfly Kisses" were when you rubbed noses with another person, until my mom told me it's when people 'Kiss' eachother with their eyelashes.
i used to think that i was the only person that swallowed my spit
I thought that if someone jumped over my head, I'd never grow taller then on.
when i was little, i used to believe that the boy i liked was not really a person.i thought he was not like us, he doesn't pee or sleep...gosh...i was so silly!!!!
When I was in bed at night, I would rest my head on my arm, and hear the blood pumping. I thought I was hearing the steps of a giant coming towards me, and I wondered what the hell he wanted with me, but I was looking forward to meet him!
I used to think men were not allowed to cry. Especially Native American men for some reason (it may have had something to do with the sternness of Kokoum in Pochahontas). When my younger brother would cry I would tell him this and he would try to stop because he wanted to be a man.
I use to believe that oompa loompas were inside our bodies making it function, i.e. pumping the heart and digesting our food
When you burp, your tummy is thanking you for the food you fed it.. :p
I used to bilieve that if you yawned with your eyes closed that you would fall asleep.
When I was a kid I thought there were little men inside us going up and down ladders making us function and making sure everything was ok.No one ever told me this so don't know where it came from
I used to believe that when my foot fell asleep there were ants crawling up and down under my skin. I still call it "ants" whenever anything on me falls asleep.
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!
I used to not know that it was possible to breathe out of your nose until I was around 5, and I always thought my brother was just holding his breath for a really long time when he had his mouth closed.
I am a synaesthetic, meaning that I have extreme sense-mesh in which I mentally can do things like feel colours and see sounds. I assumed everyone else was like this as well, until I was about 13 or so.
I remember when I was 4yrs old, I woke up with pins and needles in one foot.
When my mum came into my bedroom I complained that crabs were at the bottom of my bed, pinching my toes!
She had to pull the bedding off to show me there wasnt any.
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