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I used to believe that all girls had a small baby in their tummy just waiting until they got married where it would begin to grow and eventually be born. The reality is much more fun!!
I used to believe that when Men and Women went to bed together they would only ever take their tops off - never their trousers or skirts!
when i was little my grandad told me that all babies were bought at shops.
so one time we were on the bus and he pointed to a shop with a child in the window,( which was most probably a toy shop ) and then he said "we bought you there " i totally believed him and told all my mates at kindy.
Once i asked my mum how do people get papies, She told me " well it's a big bird who used to live in france, will come at night and drop the baby next to mum" i used to believe that until i as around 8 when i discovered the real reproduction
When I was about six a quizzed my brother amount baby production. His reply was that when you get married, the mum just gets pregnant. When I asked him how the 'getting pregnant' was done, he said it just happened! So then I asked him how the baby came out. He said that the doctors slice the mum's tummy open, pull the baby out, then stitch her up again. I was amazed than my mum's tummy was cut open so many times! (five kids all up)
When I was (very) small, I recall my mother telling me that I'd grown "in
her tummy" before being born. Hence, I imagined myself being bombarded
with all the food that she ate. Also, I remember thinking that the doctors
had opened some sort of "door in her tummy" to let me out.
I thought that sperm was transmitted through the nipples, since wee-wees were only for peeing, of course. I asked my mother how this worked, if a woman's nipples became like 'mouths' and swallowed the man's nipples. She had my father show me a video that straightened everything out, except the whole gay sex part- but I figured that one out on my own.
When I was younger my brother used to tell me that if you ate too much licorice when you were pregnant you would have a black baby.
My Dad (G'd Bless Him) always told me that he bought me in Myers Bargain Basement. I always imagined rows of babies wrapped up in bunny rugs waiting to be bought! When I 'grew up' I always used to tease him that he could have at least said that I was bought at GEORGES!
LOL
I remember when I was about 4 (my sister was a baby about 1 year old) that babies were born wearing those little sleepers- pink for girls and blue for boys.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL I ASKED MY GRANDFATHER HOW BABIES WERE MADE AND HE TOLD ME
THAT BABIES WERRE MADE BY BIRDS SHITTING ON THE FENCE POST AND THEN THE SUN HATCHED THEM. I WAS ONLY 7 SO OF COURSE I THOUGHT GRANDPAW WAS NEVER WORNG SO THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL I TOLD THE WHOLE CLASS HOW BABIES WERE REALY MADE. NEEDLESS TO SAY THE SCHOOL CALLED MY PARENTS BOY DID GRANDPAW GET INTO TROUBLE.
I was told when I was little that I was found under a rock. I used to turn over rocks looking for a baby. I ended up learning the truth when I was 9 years old, when my aunt had her first daughter.
I thought babies just grew in their mother's stomachs spontaneously, but I knew a woman had to be married to have a baby--because my parents sometimes said things like "So and so's having a baby. I didn't even know she was married!" So I asked my mother, "How does a baby know if it's mother is married?" She laughed a lot, and said "It knows! It knows!" As a consequence, I didn't learn the truth till a friend told me when I was almost 13. What a shock!
I used to think taht babies just *appeared* inside you, whether you wanted them or not and you couldn't choose when you had one. I also thought they came out of the belly button when they were born- after all, what else does it do?
i used to believe that couples could choose their children at this big, special place.
When I was little I was very active in the sexual department (reading and asking questions and basically messing around with friends); and I came across a pop up book about male and female sexual organs. It was rather explicit but used a washing machine and a dryer for demonstarion purposes. The washer would "spit" this liquid into the dryer opening. One day while messing around with one of my friends (I hope she doesn't figure this out), I decided that I would pee inside her because that is what the washing machine did. Oh man was I dumb (it got everywhere). I found out the truth when I was 11 in sex ed.
when my parents told me about the stalk delivering the baby i asked them, "well do you have to pay a delivery charge?"
When I was 4 and my mom was pregnant with my little sister, she told me all about the egg and the sperm except for how the sperm got from the man's body to the woman's. First, I thought that it came out his foot and then wriggled its way across the floor until it came to a woman and then climbed up her leg to her uterus. I decided that couldn't work. Then I thought that it must go through his spit when he kissed her. I thought that if the people weren't married yet, then the sperm couldn't be able to get through. So people who weren't married could kiss and not make a baby, but people who were married were really making a baby when they kissed.
Around the age of 5 I started wondering how babies where made. I never asked my mom, but me and my friends came up with a theory that a man and a woman get naked and hug and kiss and rub up agenst eachother, causing friction, and the heat from the friction would cause a womans stomach to get big, and a baby would pop out.
i used to think sex was just this really short thing called "peenie touch vagina." like if the parents wanted to make a baby, they'd do it quickly before dad left for work in the morning. they'd lean up in a doorpost, each would take down their pants to the middle of the thigh, and then dad would just lean forward and touch for a second. then mom would be pregnant.
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