body functions

I used to believe I had magic powers because when I was about 5 or 6 when driving back from from the airport with my Dad he said 'Oh no we're running out of petrol - Alice try your magic we need a petrol station right away'
So I said 'Abaracadabra please make a petrol station appear for Daddy'
Almost immediately we turned a bend on the motorway and a petrol station came into view and Dad exclaimed 'Well done Alice your magic is brilliant - were saved.'
It was years before I worked out that Dad knew where all the petrol stations were, but in the meantime I felt really special and useful to my family especialy when we were 'running out of petrol'.

I used to believe…

When I was little, for some reason I believed that our nostrils took turns breathing. I would lie in bed awake and silently try to figure out which one was active.

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As a child I believed that poo's were called "specials" as my mum used to encourage me when potty training to do a "Special One".
Consequently, members of my family have a real problem if someone tells us how "special" they think we are, or on "special occasions". Never ceases to make us all smile (amusement or embarrassment? Who knows???)

I used to believe if I tried hard enough, I could will myself into the TV show I was watching. Once my parents and I were watching an ice skating competition and I kept asking, "Am I in that? Am I on TV?" Amazingly, they didn't have my head examined.

I used to believe that if you sniffed up a stinky fart, that no one else could smell it. I tested my theory one day in class and when it didn't work, that's when I stopped believing.

I also used to believe when you farted, your "fart cloud" would float around the world.

I used to think that if you smiled too much, the edges of your lips would meet and your face would fall off. I'm 13 now and I still don't like to risk it - haha.

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When I was little I had an elderly nanny who told me that if I tickled my brother too much he would get stuck to the floor. Of course I believed her, that made me tickle him more.

I used to think that if you blew a kiss to someone, they could actually feel it even if they weren't in the room with you.

I tested this theory whilst going to sleep on holiday one day and asked my father whether he felt a kiss the night before. When he said 'no', I was very disappointed!

I used to think that there was a hole in your throat for food and another for drink. So when you started coughing or choking on something and an adult said 'ooh dear, gone down the wrong whole?' I took them literally.

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For some reason after watching Blue Peter raise funds for dialysis machines for kids, I thought that if I didn't go for a wee as soon as I realised I needed one, my kidneys might fail and Id have to be plugged in to a machine every day thru painful needles stuck in me

I used to believe…

In norwegian, dehydrated is a word directly translated to something like 'out dried' or 'dried out', and I really couldn't figure out how you could get 'dried out' from having diarrhea... after all, it's kinda wet ;o)

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When I was a child I believed that as you ate your feet filled up, then your legs and so on all the way up your body, until you were "full up" when the food finally arrived at your mouth

i used too believe that mice worked my brain. When i went to sllep at night i would ask them which dream i wanted that night. really thought it was some kind of video thing going on. wish life really was like that!!

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When i was small I used to believe that the "MEN ONLY" sign on the entrance to the Male Public Toilet meant that! I always looked for a "Boys" Toilet without any luck.

I used to believe that if you got stuck out in the desert, you could just eat your poop and drink your pee and you could live for days and days without food or water.... Eeeewww....

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There was one time when I was young that I complained about something that was annoying me (my memory fails me on what it what it was), and I told my Dad that it was "getting on my nerves". He proceeded to tell me that I didn't have nerves! I now know that he meant that I knew nothing of the adult world, and for me to say that things annoyed me was just trivial. Oh how I wondered about how I had the sense of touch without having nerve-endings. My mind became a vicious-circle of confusion. Such a bastard thing to say, but how was he to know?