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i once thought there was a mean little monter in my tummy and if i didnt eat it would get mad and growl, and if i ate to much it would go crazy(giving me a tummyache) so somtimes i would talk to it and ask it to be nice to my tummy.
Thanks to a book my first grade teacher read to us once, I used to believe that using my thumb to push food onto my fork would cause fruits and vegetables to sprout out of my thumb.
I used to believe that a town of little people lived in my stomach and that everything I ate or drank went through their little factories and then they would eat it too. I used to pretend that I would have conversations with the head of the factories about what things I should eat or drink more of since they were running out. I had a very active imagination. :)
I used to believe when i was eating food that it was a family. MUMS AND DADS AND KIDS. ALL the different food types on my plate being different members of the family!!! If i did not eat it all I would split the family up and they would be devestated. However IF i ate all the food then they got to go on a trip into my body ( which to them was a theme park with rides etc) My Throat being a slide and other various attractions were my tummy which was s ticky wall they spun around in. I always felt so guilty if I didnt eat ALL my meals. I watched the remainders being binned and wondered if the family were mad at me !!!!!!!!!!!
I thought the human body was essentially hollow and when you ate, the food went all the way down to your feet and started taking up space. When it got all the way up to your neck, then you'd throw up.
When I was young (around age 7) my Grandmother used have really great sayings. There's one in particular that I remember with fondness she used to say whenever someone was coughing from having some food or drink that went down the wrong way. She'd say something like "Oops, that went down your Monday pipe, and here it is Friday". This quaint little turn of phrase led me to conclude that I had 7 different pipes that lead to my stomach!
I used to believe that there was a loud speaker just above my stomach (inside) that when I was thinking to myself it was announcing it to all the "little creatures" inside of me working. I thought that these "little creatures" were the ones who kept running around making things work.
When I was little, I believed I could only eat soup while humming. Ever time I sipped my soup, I'd go "mmmmm" to make sure it worked. Then, one day, I realised I didn't need to do this, and I just stopped.
I believed I had some workers in my stomache who were working and cutting all the food I ate. And when I had a stomach-ache, my dad was telling me that these workers want to work and that they are getting bored so I have to help them and to take something to eat.
i used to believe that when you ate something it stayed in your stomach for ever. it just lined the walls. and when your stomach filled up, you died.
my mom told me if i ate while lying in bed or couch i would fall asleep and turn into a SNAKE. Till this day I sit-up straight while i eat.. even when i'm sick in bed!
I used to believe that babies had taste buds on their faces. Why else would they be so messy? So whenever I fed a baby, I would "do them a favor" and put a little around their mouth before I gave them a bite.
When I was little, my mum told me not to swallow chewing gum. I asked why, and the reason she gave me was totally unsatisfactory, or at least kind of partial. Like: "Because your stomach can't digest it." To 6-year-old me, that was just not satisfying as an explanation. The same with toothpaste.
So in my head I imagined that everybody's stomach has lots of different compartments, each for a different type of food. There'd be one for peas, one for roast beef, one for spaghetti, etc. But things that aren't food don't have their own compartment. So when you swallowed chewing gum, the whole system would get messed up because the gum wouldn't know where to go.
This theory also had the nice benefit of explaining why you've always got room for pudding :o)
My 4-year-old son used to think that when you ate the food went to your legs first and filled you from the bottom up. So when it was time for dessert, he would say, I still have some room left in my right arm!
i used to believe that when u chewed food it ur teeth would open up and take all the food and thats how the food got eat.
My mom used to tell me that drinking too much soda while I was waiting for the meal I ordered to come would fill me up. I used to argue in the resturant that it wouldn't "because the drinks go down one pipe and food goes down another!" This also explained why when I took a sip of water and started choking "the water went down the wrong pipe!"
When I was little I thought that when I ate or drank I couldn't eat or drink agian till I peed or pooed because there wasn't any room left... I was full!
When I was little my grandma told me that if you stood while you were eating. The food doesn't go to your tummy, instead goes in a tummy of a stray dog nearby.
for some odd reason I was sure that my food, once swallowed, went down to dwell in the land of my stomach, and would have all kinds of adventures.. so, I literally used to speak to my food (how embarassing) and try to tell them who was allowed to be king, in the realm of my tummy. the worst part about it was when a friend came over, and i didn't want to eat my food without instructing it, but I also knew I would be humiliated if I was found out! This was about the age of 4 or 5.
I used to believe that if you ate off of others people plates or their left-overs they would get diahhrea, so i would always cry when someone tryed to eat my leftovers or off my plate in fear they would get diarehea