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My parents were insistent that it was perfectly safe to dig a thorn out of my hand, or break a blister with a needle, but if you used a straight pin, you would die of poisoning! That's about when I started to believe that parents do not know everything!
My dad told my sister that you had to watch out for Comas because you could be walking down the street and just slip into one. For the longest time my sister would warn people about comas.
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.
This is my friend's not mine. When she was about 5 she thought that all chickens were children who got a very bad case of chicken pox where they didnt get just the spots but they turned into a chicken!! So when they went to a farm guess the look of suprise on her mums face when she asked "Mummy, I feel so sorry for those poor kids who turned into chickens!, Im glad I didnt get them so bad!".
i used to imagine a heart attack occuring when somebody's heart somehow "pops out" of their chest, and they would start attacking the victim. i honestly believed this until 8th grade, when we learned about functions of the heart.
One of my friends used to believe that appendixitis was a Hawiian dance.
When I was about 7 or 8, a friend of mine had to have "anti bionics", or so I thought it sounded. I couldn't work out why anyone would want to reduce Bionic strength (Steve Austin - Bionic Man!) as I figured it was a good thing to have.
I used to think that when doctors didn't want to prescribe you medicine, they'd give you a gazebo.
i used to believe that your Adam's apple would get mad at you and sprout spikes. that's how u get a sore throat
My brother told me that when the doctors took out someone's tonsils, they went throiugh their ear. After that, i never told my parents when I had a sore throat, for fear of having my tonsils removed from my ear.
When I was a bit younger, until my freshman year of high school, I always had a runny nose in the morning that would stop around noon.
Not knowing any better, I called this condition "morning sickness".
I corrected myself when I looked up "cures for morning sickness" in my mother's "Doctor's Home Remedies".
I didn't have morning sickness, I learned that much.
I thought there was a disease "Bigpox" that was like Smallpox only more horrible..
My sister told me that if you put alcohol on a wound that your brains would come out of your nose. I believed that one for years.
One day, when I was 11 and my brother was 8, he suddenly got appendicitis at about 3 in the morning and had to be rushed to the hospital for an appendectomy. My parents explained to me that if he didn't have this done, then his appendix would rupture inside him, to which I said, "Wow, I hope the doctors throw the appendix far, FAR away from here, so it doesn't go off inside and blow up the hospital!!!" I actually thought that my brother's appendix could still explode once it was out of him, sort of like a bomb. My parents explained to me that this wasn't the case. I was a very strange kid, lol.
When I was 5 years old we were playing a game of "Girls Kiss Boys" at the daycare center. Well I cought one boy and we pcked each other on the lips. Well the teacher caught us and we both got in trouble. I begged her not to tell my parents cause I thought I'd get in trouble. Well the next day my eyes got all red and itchy so my mom took me to the doctor. The doctor said I had "pink eye" and gave my mom a prescription to get filled. Well we dropped the prescription off at the pharmacy and my dad said he'd pick it up on his way home from work. Well when he went to pick it up he ran into the teacher at the pharmacy and the told him that Beau and I got caught kissing. So my dad decided to play a joke on me. He came home and said, "Have you ben kissing boys?" I replied, "Miss Hurst said she wouldn't tell!" Well he said, "Miss Hurst didn't say anything. The pharmacist said you get pink eye from kissing boys." So I fessed up and told him what happened. Well that weekend we were going to visit my grandparents and my dad called them ahead of time (which I knew nothing about) and told them the tale. Well when we got there I ran up to Papa to say hi and he took one look at me and said, "Hmmm....you've got pink eye. You been kissing any boys?" I was shocked! And from that moment on until I was 14 and had my first REAL kiss I believed that you got pink eye from kissing boys.
I was once in my mom's car when we drove past a 'naval hospital'. I thought it was a navel hospital - a hospital for people with injured bellybuttons.
I used to believe when you had chicken pox, you turned into a chicken
The AID's panic was in full bloom when I was in 5th grade. The News was always announcing how many people were contracting AID's and dying.... at the same time my mama was pursuing the American Dream of being even slimmer and using a diet help called "Aids".
I began sneaking them out of her desk and flushing them down the toilet.. until it broke the toilet. She was yelling at me and asked what I thought I was doing... "I didn't want you to die of AIDS" lots of bawling...
I had a cyst on my left middle finger, and believed it was my second brain. When it was cut off at age 6, I thought I would get progressively more and more stupid.
I used to believe ammonia and pneumonia were the same thing. I always wondered why we kept a bottle filled with a disease in the house, and was afraid to open it.