My older brother once explained to me how he thought digestion works. He said that there are little men in our stomachs and when we eat, the men pack up the food in boxes. They stack the boxes really high, and then when the stack reaches our mouths, we burp, and the stack disappears. So the men would start another stack of boxes.
Not only that, but my brother would wiggle his fingers on his tummy, sort of in a tickling motion, to make the men work faster.
He could believe whatever he wanted, but he couldn't convince me!
A childhood belief about eating
others believed things like this
- I thought a serial killer was someone who crushed boxes of cereal for a living like a hitman!— Carole-Ann
- I used to believe that the white boxes that housed bee hives were cow graves.— Bub
- I used to believe that serial killers would jump out of cereal boxes and kill me...— Amanda
- when I was younger I used to believe a serial killer lived in cereal boxes.— laura
- I used to believe serial killers were actually people that went round slipping poison into cereal boxesAnon
- I used to believe that Electricity was chiped overseas in large thick rubber boxes on ships.Anon