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When I was little and someone sneezed, I would always hear someone say "Bless you" So I thought that's what came out when you sneezed. One day, I sneezed and snot got on my hand. I went to my mom and said "Momma! I got bless you on my hand!" It took everything she had not to roll on the floor from laughing
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.
i used to look at the horizon and use my finger to take little steps from where i was up to the horizon and since it took like 3-4 steps little finger steps i thought i could actually walk there in 3-4 steps.
I thought if you trip and fall down you fall at the speed of light!
when i was young i heard my mom talking about someone who had lost their voice. i thought about how that could be possible. i came to the conclusion that i only had a limited amout of voice and i needed to save as much of it as i could. i wasnt much of a talker.
When we were about 6 and 8, my sister and I discovered that we could burp when we drank cola. We though it was realy funny and kept on doing it all the time. My mother began to be upset and told us that we should stop doing that because it would disform our stomach. We didn't bother 'til she told us that disform stomach coudn't digest chocolate and sweet pastries.
As a kid I was told that a spoonful of peanut butter would cure hicups by somehow sticking to your ...uhhh lungs? It wasn't until fourteen when I automaticly went for a spoonful of peanut butter-placebo that I realized my leap in logic.
I used to believe that brains were a bunch of staples hanging on a rack in your head and when you needed to think or you touched something hot, the appropriate staple would flatten out and race down to the appropriate place, telling it what to do, i.e., "pull your hand away, quick, that's too hot!"
One time I had many goosebumps on my back and I was eating to much chicken and my mom had told me I was growing feathers.! After 1 week of me cryin she had finally told me it was a joke(:
As a kid I used to believe that you had to vomit at least once a year to get rid of all the food you ate.
I believed that if I swallowed my phlegm I would die. I spent hours spitting it out into the toilet.
I used to believe that if I chewed on one side of my mouth too much the other side would get jealous.
I believed that if you hung upside down for 30 minutes or if you sneeze while hanging upside down then your head would explode
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 I used to believe that feelings were little people that lived in your shoulders, and that when someone "hurt your feelings," your shoulders would slump and the little people would cry.
I used to believe that small people lived inside my nose because in the morning it would whistle which i thought was them talking.
When I was little my cousin told me that if you sat on someone's head it would explode. For the longest time I believed her. Now I just think she wanted me to get off her head.
When I was little I asked my mom "How do hiccups work?" She said "It's your lungs expanding." I took this to mean "It's your lungs getting bigger." I thought that when you were hiccuping, it meant you were getting bigger.
I must have misheard some explanation of the human digestive process, for when I was four years old, I thought that two Indians (Native Americans now) sat inside me, sorting out the food I ate and extracting the nutrients.
My mother used to tell me that when you hiccuped, you grew. I was so small that I wouldn't let my hiccups quit so I would grow bigger, and eventually my stomach hurt so badly from the hiccups that I had to go home.
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