When I was 5-8, I used to spend quite a bit of my spare time at my grand-parents' and we'd often take the car to reach a nearby forest where they knew I'd have a great time admiring the trees and playing hide'n'seek.
During the ride, I'd usually sit on the left side of the back seat, right behind my grand-father who was driving, and my grand-mother would sit on my right-hand side (my then-teenage aunt had decided once and for all that she belonged on the front seat, next to her father).
At first, when I happened to be a good boy, gran'ma would show her "approval" by picking up a piece of candy from her handbag and handing it to me with a gentle smile. After a while, this protocol evolved in that she'd let *me* pick up the candy of my choice from her handbag --a subtle mark of trust. Eventually, as she became confident that I wouldn't abuse this treasure trove, she made it a habit of letting her handbag sit slightly open between the two of us: I made careful efforts to control my craving, and only every once in a while, when I felt it was ok, would I stealthily slide my hand into the bag towards the pouch I knew was home to my favorite candy.
There weren't many of them, but that usually sufficed. Yet, as it went on, I progressively noticed that if I took care to leave some of them in the pouch, there'd more to enjoy the next time; whereas if I ate'em all they'd turn out much scantier.
Thus, I began to wonder if they had the magical ability to reproduce. Of course, Gran'ma's subtlety somewhat escaped my juvenile understanding, and, as I'd never ever seen her refill the pouch, my belief grew stronger.
I began respecting those candies, always leaving a couple of them in the pouch, trusfully letting them a fair chance to multiply until the next ride. And it worked ;)
Well, I've since grown up with kids of my own, but I still remember those days with a spark of magic glittering deep in my eyes.

Ivan

When I was a kid, we always used to have those Hershey Miniature candies in our house, you know...

Mr Goodbar
Krackel
Regular Milk Chocolate
Special Dark

However, since my mother used to tell me that mentally challenged or handicapped children were "special" my brother and I would save all of the Special Dark chocolates for them.

Ricky Borkman

i used to believe that chocolate would go mouldy if you didn't eat it quick enough

abi

I used to believe that coffee and chocolate were closely related because they both came from little brown beans and the flavor is slightly similar. About a month ago one of my friends reminded me that coffee comes from little berries on a bush while chocolate comes from big fruit things on a tree. D'oh!

Heather

I used to wonder why "candy" would be so rude as to put holes in my teeth, when I really, really liked it.

Klayne P.

When I was young my mum forbade me to eat blue m&m's 'cause she believed they gave people cancer.. to this day i've never eaten one

Amy

Dark brown Smarties were poisonous.

Anon

Belief no. 1 involves "pacers", those green and white striped mints that were around when we were quite young - I can't remember what age. There used to be a TV-ad for them in which people ate pacers and - KAPOW - their clothes turned green and white stripey. I used to believe this was a magic property of the sweets and that if I ate one my clothes would go green and white too!

Diane