eating

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.

danny boy

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!

JP

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)

Rachel Nunson

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!

Fran

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.

alana

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!"

Kerri

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!

Danice

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.

Naz

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.

big dreamer!! -- joyous windrider

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

Rachel

I used to believe that God lived inside you, like there was a real person inside of you,and that he ate the food that you had already eaten

Teddy

When i was younger, i used to think that you had to eat tooth paste, not spit it out after, as i thought the tooth paste got digested and the nutrients went to your teeth.

Dhruv

I used to think that I had to be very careful and eat on each side of my mouth equally or my teeth would grow to be lop-sided.

Kim

my parents used to tell me if you ate raw carrots,you would vomit your intestines.

gerald finkleton

I-used-to-believe-that-everyone-had-a-family-inside-them-andwhenever-my-tummy-would-hurt-i-thought-it-was-the-father-building-on-my-tummy.and-whenver-i-was-hungry-i-thought-the-little-village-kids-was-hungry-too!!

crzy-kid

I used to believe there were mice in my stomach that ate what I ate. I hate that story !!! I used to believe that till I was 9 years old.

laetitia the mouse, a French student in eighth grade

a few years ago, because im only 12 i used to belive that when i ate heaps and my stomach got big, i used to burst into tears and think that I was pregnant

Freya

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!

Not that gullible