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A mean, older kid that knew I had a phobia of vomit told me if I drank orange juice in the morning I would get really sick because of the acids. It took me years to completely convince myself that that was untrue.
After seeing an episode of a childrens TV show, the name of " Mr. Bumpy", where there was a rotting toast, I believed that old, mouldy or stale toast would attack you.
How stupid is that?
my sister loved cashews and to stop me eating them she told my brother and i that they were snails that had lost their shell and dried up in the sun.
My dad and grandpa used to tell me the little bits of gelatin in tapioca pudding were fish eggs. I believed this for a long time and I still can't eat tapioca pudding even though I now know otherwise.
When I was really young I loved the drink Mountain Dew. (For those who don't know, its a yellow soft drink.) I remember thinking for the longest time that it was mountain goat pee. I found out later that it was actually my sister who told me that.
When I first heard the expression, "post nasal-drip" I thought it was a cereal.
my sister was very cruel to me. She told me that the red stuff on the raw meat was ketchup,so me being little, i believed her and took a lick. It was very certainly not ketchup!
My little brother saw bagels in the supermarket and asked me what they were. I told him bagels were insects that lived in your hair, like cooties. They were made by grooming the hair of little boys like him, and puffing the bagels up in an oven like popcorn. He believed me for ages! He actually used to make me go through his hair looking for bagels, and I'd find a bit of dirt or something and say I'd just squashed a bagel for him!
As children we were told by my step-father that the parsley flakes in Lipton chicken noodle soup were boogers. To this day, (40 years later), my entire family refers to it as "Booger Soup"!
MY GIRLFRIEND CAME FROM THE OLD ITALIAN FAMILY AND HER MOTHER TOLD HER NOT TO EAT THE END OF THE BANANAS BECAUSE THATS WHERE THE BIG SPIDERS TOOK THEIR BITES.
When I was very young I used to love sardine sandwiches until an aunt was so kind as to inform me that they had bums.
I used to believe that tapioca was made from boiled used kleenex.
When i was about 8 we had a next door neighbor girl that was a little older who tried to pull the wool over our eyes. She told my two sisters and I that she was an indian, and that because of that she knew some things in nature you could eat. She convinced my sisters that each chunck of those dried, cracked mud holes tasted diffrent. I still remember watching them eat little pieces of it.
As children, my younger brother loved Glossetts Chocolate Covered Raisins. One day, on a bush picnic, my older brother and I (we were 5 years older), told our younger brother we had found a trail of Chocolate Covered Raisins. Our eager 3 year old brother ran through the forest and on the snow found a trail of ... you guessed it - rabbit feces. He quickly figured it out after his first sample. We still laugh about it to this day!
When I was a small child my older brother told me that the crinkly ends of hotdogs (the "butts"), was where all the leftover meat parts went. You know, like the liver, intestines, bladder...stuff like that. To this day I can not eat the ends of hot dogs.....I'm 31 years old and it still affects me.....and I cut the ends off my children's hot dogs too!
My grandfather used to work outside in his garden and I remember once when I was about four he told me that he ate worms. I didn't believe him, so he dug up an earthworm and held his head sideways. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth and from my perspective he appeared to be lowering the worm into his mouth, and then chewing it up and swallowing it! I remember screaming and running away. It really upset me at the time!
I used to believe that my toe nails would turn black if I drank coffee when I was little, so I was scared to drink it.
I would not eat anything with dried onions in them..I thought they were fingernail clippings!
From the time I was 3 to the time I was 6 I was afraid of hamburgers and clothes driers. My older brother told me that if I hid in the drier and someone turned it on I would turn into a hamburger. So everytime mom made hamburgers she had to make me hotdogs because I was always asking who got in the drier, and would refuse to eat the burgers. She had no clue what I mean but my brother laughed at me everytime.
My great-grandfather firmly believed, and had me convinced, that SPAM was mouse meat.
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