My older cousin once told me that the bubbly part on the pizza, next to the crust, was the pizza's brain. I thought the pizza would be upset with me if I ate its brain, so I never ate that part.

Jennie

My father told me that Kiwi fruit, was actually "Gorilla Balls." Needless to say, I was not interested in eating any of THOSE, thank you very much.

Tiffene

Once when I was seven years old, I was sitting at the kitchen table, pigging out on kiwi fruit. Mom, who apparently wanted one or two for herself, said, "Sean, you know what those are made from, right?"

With my face stuffed with kiwi fruit, I said, "No, what?"

"They're the eggs of kiwi birds that never quite hatched."

My face must have turned as green as kiwi fruit flesh -- I let her have the rest. I found out some time later she was pulling my leg, but even now, 18 years later, I still haven't eaten kiwi fruit. Trauma, I tell you.

Sean

I used to believe that green peas were poison pellets. My Mom still made us clean our plates, luckily I had a brother and 2 sisters who helped out in the clean your plate dept. Once she stayed at the table so we couldn't swap out so I swallowed them whole figuring if they weren't smashed, no poison would leak. Unfortunately i came down w/ the flu that night, threw up all those peas. I just knew one must have broke open and poisoned me!!!!

CinDee Johnson

My mother once told me that the scum on the top of the pan when boiling potatoes was good for your eyesight. I was eating that stuff for weeks before I caught her laughing!

Athena

When I was at primary school, we would occasionally have steak and kidney pie (which I hated). The thing is I knew that a kidney was a part of your insides, and I didn't realise that other animals had them too. I had this image in my mind of two commandos walking around the school trying to find a child to kill for its kidneys the day before we had steak and kidney pie. I could never work out why nobody I knew ever got taken, though.

Tim

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.

Minna Pöntinen

I used to cry whenever my family would eat eggs. I was convinced that we were eating baby chickens that gave up their lives so we could have food. Once I kept a dozen eggs hidden underneath my bed for a week, convinced that they'd hatch and grow into chickens.

Here, chicken!

When I was 5 or 6, there was a big outdoor get-together at my church. One of the events was a cow patty throwing contest. I thought that the cow patties looked like frisbees made out of dirt and I didn't have any qualms about throwing one. My mom asked me if I knew what a cow patty was, and I didn't. She explained to me that they "cow patty" meant cow poop, but somehow, I didn't care and threw one anyway. (Didn't go very far, as I recall...)

The next day, I was watching TV, I was horrified to see that Chick-Fil-A was serving chicken patty sandwiches... how gross! Who'd want to eat that?

My mom set me straight once she finished laughing...

snertwyn

When i was little i used to believe that the nastier the food the better it was 4 u so i once made this horrible dish it was spinach peanut butter covered in pepto bismol *yech* my mom threw up just from the smell

Ryan

My oldest sister used to pull the wings and legs off of flies and tell me they were raisins, then give me raisins and tell me that they were flies with all the parts pulled off. I still won't eat raisins, can't trust them.

Kitty

When I was 6, my older sister told my younger brother that the rabbit droppings that we found in our back yard were Cocoa-Puffs. He learned the truth the hard way.

Jeff

When I was younger I heard a song and one of the lines in it went "Starting over, cold turkey". I had never heard the expression 'cold turkey' before so I thought it was saying the person was starting a 'new life' and had no job at the time and could only afford cold turkey as food..

Amanda

Until very recently I beleived that "bread and water" was actually bread, with water mixed together into a icky mush.

da icee man

My uncle used to tell me that duck sauce was made from duck lips. When I protested that ducks didn't have lips, he told me it was because they were all cut off to make the sauce.

Meg

This belief is now something of a family tradition.

My mother, who was never the greatest of chefs, told me (and all my siblings) when i was small that if i didn't eat all my supper, "the children who eat poo" would come & get me.

The children who eat poo are a bunch of naughty children who also wouldent eat thier supper & now live on the streets with nothing to eat but poo! They were like a gang of poo eating street punks.

as my mother was a self employed courier sometimes when i was in the car with her she would point to dumpsters & say thats where the children who eat poo live.

needless to say, washing the dishes in our house was never a big chore...we practically licked them clean.

ShannonOfDoom

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

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 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.

Anon

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!!

Anon