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I used to believe that if you held your nose to hold back a sneeze for a certain amount of times over and over again, your brain would pop.
i used to believe that there was a whole village of tiny people living inside of people. they carried the food around, moved the blood (they also caused heahaches w/ their tiny hammers) and when i went to sleep, they went to sleep and so on. one day i saw a skeleton that was marked with little numbers and that convinced me i was right and they wrote those numbers on the bones from the inside!
I used to believe that snot was actually waste from your brain ("brain-poop") and that when you had a cold and your sinuses got stuffed up, it was your brain suffering constipation.
when i was little i thought that my hic-ups were caused by little man on the back of my tounge, yodeling
i used to believe that when i took medicine there were these little soldiers in the medicine that went to war with the enemy soldiers in my body.
i used to think each person has a certain number of heart beats to use up before they die. I thought this was why your heart beats more slowly if you are fitter: you are saving more beats up for later!
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.
When I was seven, I used to believe that when a people said they "didn't drink" that they did not consume any liquids. I was pretty much perplexed, but figured it might be possible to get enough water from vegetables, fruits and other food products.
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
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!?"
When I was little I thought you had 2 holes in your throat, one for food & one for drink. Therefore when I coughed whilst eating or drinking it had "gone down the wrong hole".
Soup used to confuse me greatly!
I used to think that growing pains meant that a tomato plant was growing in your stomach.
For some reason I used to believe that if you HAD to swing your arms when you walk because if you didn't you would automatically stop...I spent a lot of time making sure my arms we're swinging, I was a warped little kid.
When I was little every time I got the hiccups my grandma would tell me that I got them because I didnt wipe good enough when I went to the bathroom! Needless to say everytime I got the hiccups I would run to the restroom to clean myself thinking that would make them go away, and when they didnt I would be so emberrassed thinking that everyone would think I was not cleaning right.
When I was very young, I observed a lady breastfeeding a baby and asked my mother what she was doing. She explained to me that the mother produces milk to feed to the baby... As my dad always had a cup of coffee in the morning, I naturally assumed that this meant the father must somehow produce coffee for the baby.
To this day I still want coffee flavoured nipples.
We used to think that if you ran swinging your arms around, you would run faster.
As a child I like to drink dill pickle juice. My mother not knowing if this was good for me told me that if I drank to much of it would turn my blood into water. I would drink some and then look at my veins. Seeing they were still blue and would say to myself, "OK I can still drink some more, so I did."
I used to think that my bodily functions were controlled by a team of little men (never women for some reason) who bore a strong resemblence to Rumplestiltskin. The main one wore a yellow hood and sat at a little steering wheel behind my forehead. Their houses were in my abdomen and their workplace was in my brain. I wondered quite a bit about them and what their little lives were like and what they thought of me.
I always thought "wet dreams" were like female menstruation.
In grade 6 we had a sex educator come in and she told stories of what boys would tell their parents after they had a wet dream. Would they tell them they accidentally wet the bed? Would they grab the sheets and throw them in the laundry?
I said "You could pretend you cut yourself and it accidentally bled all over".... I was so embarrassed, yet still didn't know what exactly a wet dream was!
When I was a kid, I asked my dad what color burps were and he said 'blurple'. I believed him until I was about 13 years old. I was shocked that my father messed with my head like that.
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