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I used to believe in 'SPAM' animals until I was 13 years old and read the back of a can. Thanks to my father's wild imagination and description of a beast that had parts from all types of animals, I never ate any SPAM!!
When my cousin and I were about 5 or 6, we would always see her 13 year old sister putting on chapstick, then smack and lick her lips. We were convinced she was eating it and must've really liked it, because she'd reapply it a lot. So we found some old chapstick and licked it. We were convinced she had terrible taste!
Cassidy
I convinced my boyfriend that paprika flavored crisps were made from donkeys...he was 20 at the time.
Whoever put this mean idea in my head way back when I was 7 needs a real good dose of what they made me believe in ...that invisible spiders were in the cheese slices and that peanuts were actually crushed insects.... I didn't want to eat or try anything that crunched for a long time after that!!! Sometimes when I'm chewing on candy or whatever and I hear that crunching sound..I think..Please don't let it be an insect!!! UUUGGGHHH!!!! (LOL)
STACIEBABY
When I was little my parents told me that the holes in Swiss cheese came from mice. After the mice were done eating their share of the cheese, it was our turn to eat it. I didn't eat Swiss cheese for years.
My sisters told me that peanut butter was made of cricket legs and I refused to eat it until I became an adult. Made me nauseated just smelling the stuff.
S.Withers
We lived across the street from a restaurant and one day their sign said the special was "Half Baked Chicken" Yewww - who wants half baked half raw chicken!!!
Babs
When I was about 5 my older sister and I were playing in our sandbox, she told me that if I stuck my thumb in the sand and sucked it, it would taste like chocolate!
Emma
I used to think that the lumpy bits in marmalade were bad, after seeing Mr Fussy from the Mr Men saying 'Ugh it's got bits in it' I didn't like marmalade for years after.
I used to believe that the chunks in chunky peanutbutter were actually bones
When I was young, my mother told me that the to-go packets of soy sauce with pictures of pandas on them were panda blood.
Thanks, mom.
Jaime
This is actually one of my mother's: her mother (my grandmother) convinced her that if she ate lots of cheese and chicken gizzards that she would have larger breasts. My mom tried to convince me of this when I was younger, but even that wouldn't make me eat chicken gizzards,
Mox Rogers
I used to believe, for abt 4 years, that mushrooms were actually dog pee that grew into mushrooms after a few years at that very spot. Dad filled me in initially, but many days later my cousin told me that was a lie; we got some wild mushrooms in a bag once; the next morning the bag had a nasty shaded liquid in it, with no mushrooms.
I never had mushrooms until a few years back. i enjoy them now . :P
Tanvi
When I was younger, I thought my brother kept eating my dirty socks, and that's why his feet smelled.
Kail
when i was a kid i belived that sasuga pizza the sasuga was fish eye balls
when i was a kid i belived that sasuga pizza the sasuga was fish eye balls
eating cheese before bed gives you nightmares
Whenever I picked white lint from between my toes (from my socks), my parents said it was cheese that I was picking. I think I believed them that it was actually cheese. But I never ate it! Smart move ;-)
EJ
I didn’t like eating salad as a kid, and the way my mom got me to finally eat it was by telling me that it was the only way to get gum out of my stomach that I had swallowed at times.
EJ
one night (i must have been 5) my mom, my sister and i just got home from ballet classes. before we left, my mom left a plate if beans out for my dog. i saw the plate when we got back and it was full of roaches. the roaches were the same color and size as the beans so i thoguht beans were made out of roaches and for years i would not touch them!
dessy
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