When I was a school girl (first or second grade or so), there was a park near the school with lots of woods. I loved going and pooping in the woods. I was never what anyone would call exactly a naughty girl, but there was intrigue in the sort of taboo-breaking of going into the outdoors, baring my butt and belting out as big a dump as I could. My best friend at the time was named Julia and she often accompanied me into the woods. One day, I told her didn't she want to poop in the woods also. She told me she couldn't poop. I asked her why and she said "Julias don't poop!". I was disappointed, but believed her at the time. To this very day, whenever I meet anyone named Julia, I always have a bit of apprehension that she might be some kind of not quite human sprite, who is exempt from having to poop. And I wonder a bit what all else Julias might be exempt from.
A childhood belief about weeing and pooing
others believed things like this
- I actually asked my mother if mixing girls' poop and boys' poop would cause an explosion.— kraine
- My poop was always around the same color as my skin so I assumed white people's poop was white.— jaycee
- when I was little I used to think that white people had pink poop (i am brown so my poop is brown)— helena muteka
- Until I tried it in 3rd grade, my parents told me that if I ate paper my poop would come out in packages.— The Mailman
- My brother used to be scared to poop in the potty. He thought that he was pooping out his bones.— Lillyth
- i used to think that your butt cheeks is where your poop was stored. Anon