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When I was younger, like even still at 6 I think, I thought that all inside of our bellies was a big tub with a propeller like thing that would mix it all up and compact it. Remember this a few years ago, I realized that I wasn't completly wring.
When I was a little kid, about 4 or 5, I found out that birds ate gravel for their digestion, so I figured eating tiny pebbles was good for me, too...until I learned people didn't have gizzards (and what gizzards did).
When I was little I believed that when your stomach growled it was the sides of your stomach rubbing together because there wasn't anything in there to grind. Makes sense!!
When I was little, I would sometimes want to take food into the bathroom or I would still be chewing my food when I went to the bathroom. My mom always said not to take food into the bathroom because if I did I was feeding the devil. It wasn't until I was in my early 20's until I could allow myself to chew food while in the bathroom.
When I was three or four and living in Boston, I was being babysat by a family friend. He had little experience with kids and when I was obstinately refusing to eat my peas, he gave me an ultimatum: if I got off of my chair witout finishing my peas, I would turn into an ant. When my parents came home at midnight, I was still in that chair...
My dad used to say that if you ate standing up, then all the food would go to your big toe.
When I was three years old I had a 2 week old little sister, and a father that drank beer before he went to bed at night. My grandfather told me that you are what you eat. So,when I was giving my good night kisses that night I told my dad he was going to turn into a beer can and my sister was going to turn into a boob.
After accidentally buying chunky peanut butter, my 3-year-old son after taking a bite of his sandwich said, "Mom, this peanut butter still has the bones in it."
I used to quite seriously believe that I had 2 stomachs. One for dinners and one for puddings. The dinner one was far smaller than the other! I remember having quite a serious argument with my mother that my dinner tummy was full but the pudding tummy was completely empty and, in fact, still hungry
i used to believe that there was a cottage in my stomach with rabbits in it, that watched whatever i ate fall past there window. (i did i swear!!!).
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.
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
When I was 6 i used to think that eating Bananas with bruises on was how you actually got bruises!!
I used to think that you had two seperate throats, one for food, the other for drinks.
Soup confused me as it's sort of both.
My granny always told me that I would grow horns on my head if I lay down and eat..when she wasn't looking, I would lie down and chew my food, feeling and searching for the horns on my head.
I used to believe that if you drank vinegar that your blood would dry up.
I used to be told that if I didn't eat enough, my Mother knew a little boy who also didn't eat, and his stomach eventually ate him up
i used to beleive that when you ate food it used to fall down into your feet and carried on until it reached the top of your head, then you died, so if you were tall you lived longer than short people.
My Uncle told me that he used to have a hole in his bottom lip. This would cause his mouth to leak when he ate unless little men came and shut up the hole for him.
When I was little I firmly believed every bit of food I ate went down into my toes, then feet, then ankles, then legs ... I think you get the picture. I'm pretty sure I didn't know this was wrong until we started learning about digestion in school.