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I always drank lots of water and I jumped on my bed.When i jumped on my bed i could hear the water in my stomach moving around and i thought it was my blood so i would stop jumping so i wouldnt get a nose bleed.
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.
When I was young, I used to believe that if you drank gatorade, you'd sweat in colour.
When I was trying to go to sleep and heard my blood pumping in my ears, I thought it was little men in my pillow making sand. I pictured them in a little factory in there and it freaked me out. I remember telling a babysitter that I couldn't sleep because of the men making sand in my pillow. Shw must of thought I was nuts.
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.
that god made us blink fast so we didn't miss tv
I used to believe that if I were to come into close contact with a disabled person that I would become one as well.
When I was younger, I used to believe people couldn't hear you humming, until in the second grade I got scolded at for humming.
When I was little, I used to swing my hands behind me and clap. Except i used to think it was someone elses hands...
My dad is a dentist, and when I was little I was snooping in the bathroom cabinet when I came across a bottle of fancy mouthwash, designed to fight infection, which was labelled "Oral Rinse". My little mind must have been in the gutter, for I thought it was something like an enema. For a couple of years I misunderstood the difference between "oral" and "rectal".
I thought I was the only one in the world who ever belched.
When I was younger when I would point at someone I would point with my hand under my eye. My dad could never figure why I pointed like that, he realized from my perspective that it looked like people were pointing with their hand under their eye.
I used to think that when a girl had her period she would just sit down and be lazy (I thought since a 'period' just sort of sits there and doesn't do anything...), for a while and was allowed to be as mean as she wanted to be because she had to sit and do nothing. My mom never gave me any kind of sex talk or period talk, so imagine my surprise when I started bleeding randomly one day. I thought I was sick and I told my mom I had to go to the hospital because I thought a blood vessel in my thigh erupted and I was dying. I was 12, I didn't know anything. She looked at me like I was retarded, shook her head and went, "Uh... welcome to womanhood?"
One day my brother told me that we had blood inside of this and I was disgusted and didn't believe him! I asked my mom and she affirmed that this was true. I believed her then, but how could I explain why blood came out of cuts if it wasn't inside us?
When I was about 13 years old I wondered if black people had the same body functions as the white people. Why did I think this? Because from what I heard the grown ups say about the black folk made them seem so different in every way to white people.
when u cover ur nose from a bad smell the smell migh go into ur mouth and ur breath might smell like that lol and to this day i still beleive in that
When my daughters were little, like three or four, I devised a clever plan to teach them not to whine. When they used a whiny tone of voice I would cock my head and say, "Gee I almost thought I heard someone say something. But I can't hear a whiny voice, only normal tones of voice. I hope if anyone is trying to say something to me that they use a normal tone of voice because if they don't I'll never know what they want."
They both believed this as I made it a rule to NEVER pay attention to whining. (I would listen when they changed their tone and spoke without whining)
Niether child whined after the first few times!
Once, when i was little, my mother took me to a friends house.
They had just redone the walls of the stairway, with a special paint which could be shaped into a curvy pattern.
I asked to go to the toilet and was told not to touch the walls as they were still wet.
Naturally, i left a handprint there and i was rushed off to have my hand washed.
I had heard that no matter how much you wash something, the germs wil never all go away.
I believed my hand was now made of paint, and i no longer needed brushes for paintings.
When I was an early elementary schoolboy, I used to believe that if I went to sit on a chair, and it was warm, a girl had been sitting there.
I used to believe that my mum's kisses had magical powers and they protected you from all things scary for 8 hours. Farts had the same affect if deployed in bed....
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