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When I was about 2 my cousin who was about 9 told me that if I ate the pointy ends of french fries, I would choke on them and die instantly. I now know that isn't true after a humiliating incident and swallowing one without biting off the end first and told everyone I was dying and to call 911. I still can't break the habit of breaking off the ends of the fries. Man I love my cousin.
When I was little, my mom told me that the eyes on potatoes were poisonous, and to this day, I can't eat potato chips with green spots or french fries with black spots because, even though I know it's not going to happen, I think I'll get really sick.
When I was younger, about 5 or 6, I always used to eat hotdogs, and one day my mother said that if I kept on eating hotdogs one would grow out of my stomach! From that, I hardly ever ate hotdogs as often!
When I was a little kid, I would never eat the wrinkled ends of a hotdog because I thought they were poisonous. I suppose it was just because they're sort of ugly looking...?
Anyway, grew out of that one.
When I was about 6 or 7, my uncle told me Wonder bread was poisonous to children and I should only eat wheat bread. I didn't like wheat bread and I figured any other brand of white bread was safe so I ate that. I still don't buy Wonder bread, and I'm 33 now. Thanks Uncle Jim. :-P
Snakes in the bread!! One time I opened a loaf of bread and there was a hole that went through a couple of slices, about dime size "air holes"..my older brother told me there was a snake in the bread...I didnt eat it and would not go near any holy bread for years!!
When I was about 6 years old, I was eating a pop-ice (a cheap brand of popsicle) in front of my 18 year old brother. My brother proceeded to tell my Father (in front of me) a story about a kid in Tennessee who ate one of those pop-ices and drank a 20 ounce bottle of Pepsi and his stomach exploded.
I believed that story until about 5 years later.
i used tothink that uh-oh oreos ment they caused trouble
I used to believe jelly fish were made from jelly, and refused to eat jelly for years. My eldest sister told me that one!
My Uncle told me that cooked carrots were poisonous. My sister and I wouldn't eat them into we got into junior high. We didn't want to die.
I used to believe that when I ate porrige, i had to hide the buttereye in the middle so that the fox would not take it. Just to be safe, i locked to door too.
When I was young my Grandma told me that eating to many pickled onions would stunt my growth. So I was frightened to death of touching them, because I was only 3 foot at the time and did not what to stay that way. Everything has worked out I am 6.1 and love eating pickles. My idea is that I don’t want to grow any taller, so I must be safe to eat then now. Thanks Granny
My mother used to tell me if I ate cheese in bed (she caught me doing this once) that mice would chew off my ears as I was sleeping.I always pictured the abominable doctor Phibes and thought he must of fell to the same fate.
I used to believe (entirely of my own accord) that if you ate water chestnuts and then drank water, a giant white rooted plant would grow in your stomach. I still can't stand those things.
When I was in grade school a kid told me that eating dog food would give you worms. Why the hell would you eat dog food?
When I was about 5 yrs old, a friend told me to never eat the ends of a banana because that is where the tarantula layed its eggs. Horrified, that no one else knew about this but us, I would diligently cut the ends off before consuming. Now, 27 years later after I learned it wasn't true, I'm still cutting off the ends out of habit. Hey, you never know.
My parents used to tell my siblings and I that we had the "same germs" because we are related. I was a teenager before I realized that they just wanted us to share our food.
My father told me that cocktail sausages were actually monkeys private parts.
My brother and I found this funny and it didn't ever stop us from eating them.
Weird.
When I was a kid there were these candies called pop rocks. My friends and i believed that if you didn't let them finish popping in your mouth they would make your stomach explode.
when I was about 5, we would go out as a family and get ice-cream over the weekend. My dad had nearly finished his cone and I had hardly eaten mine, so he said "Sarah! Nooooo stop eating your cone, whats that?" pointing at my cone. There was a tiny speck of chocolate or something on the ice cream, so I looked at him and he said, "Its a bomb, you better trade with me, my cone is safe!" So I did! Thats the reason why today I weigh 120 pounds and He weighs like 290!
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