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When i was younger i thought that my stomach was seperated into different sections, one for breakfast, one for lunch, one for dinner and one for dessert, and when i was full it meant that the sections were over flowing
When I was about 3 I got confused as to where food went. I thought my right arms would fill with apples, my left leg with peaches, and I had no clue what would happen when I ran out of room.
I used to believe that when you ate food, it would go onto a really long conveyor belt and there would be these little people (like the worker guys in Fraggle Rock) that would have little hammers and would pound the food into tiny pieces as it would go along the conveyor belt.
When I was little I didn't like a lot of kinds of food, so whenever my mom made anything she would just tell me it was chicken so I would try it, since chicken was about the only thing i would eat.
My dad told me that if you eat pomegranate seeds they will grow inside of you. Whenever I are it I always crushed the bead in my mouth and then take out the seed also I ate it one at a time to make sure I accidentally are one.
Before I understood the digestive system, I thought that there was a separate stomach for food and liquid that would funnel liquid out as pee and solids would go straight to the rear
I remember my mom told me once that if I ate dust I would grow bacteria in my stomach, but instead of bacteria (when I was telling all my friends on the play ground) I said cafeteria. :O Oops!
I believe there were little creatures inside of my stomach taking food I ate to my feet. In little cars going down to my feet and that was digestion. I used to be afraid to eat too much because I didnít want my feet to explode
For a long time, until I was about twelve, I was convinced that my tongue was a seperate animal that lived in my mouth for the single pupose of cleaning my teeth. I thought that if I didn't feed it then it would die and so I made sure with every meal that the food was in my mouth long enough for the tongue to eat its fill.
My parents would often forget to set the table with knives, and when I asked them to get me a knife they would tell me to cut my food with my fork. I said, "I can't."
I believed that when you became an adult, you gained the power of cutting food with a fork.
When I was four I thought that you had a food tube on one side of your neck and a drink tube on the other side. When ever someone would choke on something I believed that either the food went down the drink tube or the dring went down the food tube.
I used to believe that there was a little man living in my stomach that was constantly trying to crawl up my throat and out through my mouth. To keep him from escaping, I had to be sure to eat and drink every day.
When I was 9 I heard my mom say ice cream goes straight to your thighs. I didn't eat ice cream until high school because I was convinced I'd have these huge legs if I did.
I used to think that eating the crust of bread helped improve whistling
I used to believe that when I eat, the food actually falls down to the bottom of the stomach and piles up. I thought vomiting was caused when you ate too much and it reached the top. I thought poop came out when the food rots.
When i was a little girl, my grandma told me that if you stretched after you ate, the food would come out of your ears. As i got older, I realized it was impossible. But still to this day, if i see someone stretching after a meal, i tell them, "stop, or the food's gonna come out your ears."
my mom always told me that my eyes were bigger than my stomach and i took it literally. when we had share time at school that was always my go to answer "my eyes are bigger than my stomach" and this went on for years
When I was young, I squeezed my own orange juice sometimes and my parents informed me that orange pulp was good for you. I confused this with orange seeds and one day put an orange seed in my dad's coffee when he wasn't looking saying "it's good for you!" He subsequently almost choked.
I used to believe that when my stomach growled, it was a big empty pit with a growling tiger in the bottom pacing around waiting for me to throw food down to it.
I used to believe that everytime I ate, the food filled me up from toe to head. I would measure stuff like up to my knees.