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When I was small, someone with a cold said they had a frog in their throat. Up until I was about 12, I thought that when you got a cold little frogs lived on your tonsils :3.
My nephew (age 7) thought tampons were plugs for diarrhea.
When I was about 9 I was laying on my stomach as my mother was shaking down the thermometer, when she accidentally smashed it on my dresser, sending glass and mercury flying onto the bed. She got me very nervous because it came into contact with my exposed skin and said it can "seep through and cause mercury poisoning," For the next few years, I tried to justify my grades in school by saying that I had "mercury poisoning" and it slowed me down.
Like many children, I had my tonsils removed when I was young, but I also had my Pharyngeal tonsil (also known as "adenoids") taken out. Having no idea what tonsils or adenoids look like, I somehow got the idea that tonsils look like Corn Pops cereal, and adenoids look like dried rosemary leaves (which my mother had on a spice rack)!
One time when I was young I lost my voice and my older brother told me that I had to look for it so I looked all over the house for it but I couldnt find it.
When I woke up the next morning my voice was back, I had thought that while I was sleeping my voice had found me and decided to come back to me.
When I was little I was rather prone to injuring myself. When my grandfather would clean out cuts and scrapes with peroxide he assured me that the sting meant it was working. Later, my mother used something else which didn't sting, and I was convinced it wasn't effective and I would get an infection.
I used to believe when you had chicken pox, you turned into a chicken
I used to believe that if you slept with a bandaid on you would die, since obviously to leave one on for more than a few hours meant you were hurt REALLY bad. I remember forgetting to take one off one night and being shocked that morning when I woke up alive.
I grew up with a cardiovascular condition that required open heart surgery. My parents took me to the doctor for a check-up and I started screaming like a raving lunatic. I got covered in sweat and started crying and my brother even swears I pee'd on myself. My parents finally calmed me down and asked what was wrong. My brother told me that when I went into the doctor's office he was going reach into my chest and pull out my heart, fix it, and then put it back in. He had seen it on one of those Indiana Jones documentaries our father watched...
my mom told me that if i didnt rinse the soap from my underarms completly, that i would get a fever, so I would put soap under my arms hoping i would, so that i wouldnt have to go to school the next day. i still think about it when im taking a shower.
for years i was afraid to throw up because i thought it meant i was possessed like in the exorcist.
I have a box I called my "memory box". Well, when I was little I was puking in a trash can and grabbed my box and breathed in it to see if I could capture the smell.
To this day, every time I open it I get the smell of vomit. So now I tell people to open it just for laughs.
When I was young I was told that woman with consumption were alcoholics. And I believed that til I was about 20
I used to think that when somebody was in a coma, it meant that they were in a full-body cast. I thought the actual full-body cast was called a coma.
I used to believe that zits were chicken pox.
I used to believe that the difference between a 'cold' a 'flu' was that if you have the 'flu', you threw-up. I just now was informed that a 'stomach flu' is when you throw-up. Just because you have the 'flu' doesn't mean you are going to puke.
When I was about six, I was told about someone getting their tonsils taken out. I asked my mom how they did that, and she said, "Well, the doctor just goes in and takes them out." I thought that the doctor somehow shrinks down really small, climbs in your mouth, removes the tonsils, and comes back out and gets back to his normal size! I finally figured out the truth about two years later!
When I was 3 I had an ear infection. My mom took me to the doctor to have it checked, and he hooked me up to some sort of machine with a screen. He told me that if the car on the screen moved, my ears were magic.
I thought that I had magical powers until I was about 10.
I used to believe that a recurring dream I'd have each time a fever broke was a memory from a past life.
I had to make a choice somehow connected to a large sphere that would determine whether or not humanity would continue to exist. I made a decision and everyone died. I was eight.
I was a hypochondriac when I was a child. I was always convinced that I had some kind of health problem, and would frequently demand that my mother do something about my imaginary ailments.
When I was around 9, whenever I came to my mother complaining of a stomachache, she would give me some dark green "miracle medicine," which she said had been discovered by natives in the rainforest. It always worked! I would take it, lie down and feel better in minutes. I even remember telling her that I wanted to write a thank-you letter to the village where the medicine was discovered.
I later found out that this "medicine" was water and green food coloring.