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I used to believe that you could literally waste your breath. If you talked too much, someday you would just run out of air and die.
Up until I was about eight years old, to get me to bathe thoroughly, my mom would often tell me that if I didn't clean my bottom good enough that I would develop worms inside my bum. Said worms would then slither out of my bum late at night. I made sure to keep my privates as clean as possible.
My Dad used to tell me that the snot coming out of my nose was brain matter oozing out - that my nose would eventually quit running because I'd be out of brains!
My Mom let him deal with it when she found me sobbing uncontrollably later in the day ...
My Dad spent several years really scared of sneezing and farting at the same time because he thought the pressure at both ends would rip you open like a Christmas cracker!
When I was about 10 or so I used to believe you only got to move you arms and legs a certain number of times in your entire life. Like maybe you would only be allowed to move your right arm 768 and then it gets frozen. For a while I was very afraid that one say I would just be completely frozen because I moved around too much.
When I was very little, I used to believe that when you had an itch, it was due to little men inside your skin who were tickling you with feathers.
Yeah.
When I was little I once heard someone stating that each breath we take brings us one step closer to our death. So I figured that we each had a preset (but unknown) numbers of breaths we could take before we died, so if I learned how to make each breath last a really long time I could live for hundreds of years.
I used to think that if you just kept your mouth closed when you burped, no one could hear you. It wasn't till I was married that my wife told me she could hear. I hate now to think of all the dates I must have ruined in COLLEGE where I let out a belch, but had a smile on my face cause my mouth was closed!
When I was 21 and expecting my first child, the ob/gyn asked if I wanted to breastfeed my baby. I said that I wouldn't mind the breastfeeding, I just couldn't stand the thought of him poking a hole in my nipples with a needle.
When I was little, I used to believe that snot was brain juice.
When I was a young child, I used to believe that the inside of my body was like a factory, and there were these little tiny workmen all over in there. They would yell things to each other like "Lookout Joe, he's eating again! Get ready to move some food!" and then they would all jump into action, moving the food around on these complex conveyor belts and such.
When I was little, my cousin told me that bogies were dead brain cells. I believed him until the day I repeated this amazing fact in front of my high school biology class, who never let me forget it.
I thought you could make candles out of earwax. It made sense. They were made out of parafin wax and beeswax, so why not earwax?
When I was little my mom used to donate her blood and in 1st grade I learned that your body is always making new blood. This lead me to believe that unless you give blood regularly your body would make so much that you would explode.
I grew up on the family farm and when I was very little - like 5 - I sneezed. My uncle told me every time I sneezed I lost brain fluid out of my nose and I needed brain fluid for my brain to work. I was terrified if I lost too much brain fluid, I'd be stupid. Which explained why old folks forgot things.
I sneezed with my nose pinched closed for years. Ouch!
When I was little I use to think we had tiny jelly bean men in our bodies that controlled our movements and lives.
When my stomach would growl I actually believed it was some sort of strange stomach language. When I told this to my older brother, he found the perfect opportunity to mess with me. He told me that he knew stomach language and that he could translate for me.
So he'd make me lay down on my back and put his ear to my bare stomach. He would often get a concerned look on his face and claim my stomach was very upset. He would tell me demands that my stomach was making . . . more of this kinda food, or more of that kinda drink . . .
I would say I believed this until I was about 7 years old.
I used to think that when my stomach made gurgling noises or rumbled it was two little uniformed pilots in a cockpit in my tummy talking to each other over a radio.
Once when I was at a friend's house I started sneezing. I sneezed maybe 4 or 5 times in a row. My friend looked at me with a straight face and said, "you've just sneezed past the legal limit." I didn't believe him at first, but he persisted with saying, "No, for real. If you sneeze 5 or more times in a row that means something is wrong with you and you should see a doctor right away." I totally believed him, seeing as how I always sneezed at least 5 times in a row, and I always thought he was really smart.
When I was young my mother told me that hiccups made me grow taller so, whenever I ever had the hiccups, I didn't try to stop them because I wanted to be tall. I would even measure myself to see how much taller I'd gotten. (It didn't work, by the way.)
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