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That hot dogs were made from rat tails.
my stepbrother once told me that ketchup was made out of blood, and I didn't touch it until I was about 7 (when I could read good & proper)
When I was about 5 years old my older brother told me tapioca pudding was made out of fish eyes and that what the bubbles on top were. I never ate tapioca pudding again. I'm now 23 and even though I know it's not made of fish eyes it still grosses me out.
I used to believe that the icing on packaged oatmeal cookies was old people's spit. I don't know where I got that one from!
at some point when I was a kid I looked at a box of cereal and read that it had 454 "germs" instead of grams. I wouldn't eat cereal for a while after that, because I thought I'd get sick.
When my brother was little he used to believe that all the mushrooms in the world were evil and waging some sort of a personal war against him.
One day my brother walked to a large, flat stone in the middle of our lawn. Then he noticed that the stone was actually surrounded by tiny fungi, panicked and started to cry. After some time my mom heard him and she had to carry him off the stone because he couldn't walk over the mushrooms again.
One another time he had a very high fever. He was delirious and thought that his whole blanket was covered with fungi.
My brother still doesn't want to have anything to do with mushrooms.
i used to believe that hamburgers were made with BOOGERS, the sort in your nose and always refused to eat them.
When I was five, the woman who cut my hair told me that if I wanted to make my hair grow faster, all I had to do was eat liver and spinach.
I was in college by the time I was able to shake my mother's notion that liver was not actually my favorite food, or anywhere close to it, and that I'd only choked it down because I thought I'd have Rapunzel hair.
Spinach, though, I wound up liking.
For awhile, I was allowed to eat dinner in front of the TV, but one time my mother served me some brown stuff on a plate & I thought it was poo. I couldn't bring myself to eat it.
My parents said that I got so interested in the TV that I forgot to eat, & wouldn't let me do that anymore. When I grew up, I told my mum about it, & she didn't believe me, because of course I knew she wouldn't serve me poo. Well, I didn't know that at all.
i used to believe that black wood ear
came from the skin of the bats
i used to believe that peas were toes
When I was little I use to think kiwi fruit had to be shaved befor you eat it. Or you would grow hair all over you.
When I was little I use to think hot dogs were pig guts.
I used to believe sauerkraut was made from animal brains.
As a young child I was told spiders laid their eggs in the bottom of banana peels so I would never eat the last bite. Even to this day I inspect the bottom of the banana carefully before eating.
When I was 3 or 4. I thought, if I eat a kernel, it will grow in my stomach.
my mum used to try and get me to eat brussell sprouts be telling me theye tasted like sweeties. They didnt. They got fed to the dog, hidden behind the boiler and placed under the plate so I could get away from the table. When my mum used to lift my ultra clean plate up there would be a whole host of brussell sprouts hidden under the rim!
mr brother russ told me that some maggots crawling on the ground were macaroni and i should eat it - I didnt!
my dad told me as a kid that turkish delight was camel poo i believed him 4 years n up 2 the age 20
When I was young, my aunt was trying to get me to eat my peas. You know the sweet peas that come in a can, the mushy, gross ones. Anyway, she told me that if I ate my peas they would stack one on top of the other and make me tall. I still can't eat peas to this day, because the very thought of it just grossed me out and ruined them for me forever.
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