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when i was small, my class had this human biology book...the book had some crazy drawings depicting a whole tribe of tiny men wearing overalls who lived inside your body, helping it to function...
i took it a little literally, and started eating pencils and paper, so they'd have writing materials...thank goodness my teacher stopped me before i got onto material for new overalls...
I used to believe that when you ate food, there were slides that went from your stomach and went all the way down to your feet and all of your food just went to your feet.
When I was little I fed my little brother bubbles because I thought they would make him float. Of course I never ate the bubbles. They tasted bad.
When i was a kid i thought that your body was hollow and when you ate food it just dropped to your feet and pushed into your toes and slowly built up, probably because of the saying, 'all full up'
When I was a little kid my Dad told me and my sisters that if we didn't eat the crust on our sandwiches we'd go bald like him. Needless to say we are all of our crust and now I use it on my kids.
when I was younger I use to believe that little men lived in your stomach, and they crused up all your food, then they pushed it out.
when i was little, i used to believe that whatever food your mom ate the most when she was pregnant would be your favorite food when you were born.
My mom used to "check" to see if I was full enough from a meal by feeling my stomach. If I hadn't eaten enough she'd say "oops! I think you missed a spot riiight here!" I would always try and stick my belly out as far as I possible so I could be done eating and go play. :)
When I was little I believed that i had two stomachs; one for dinner and one for desert! Because, i would get full on dinner, but when desert came around, oh boy! I could eat everything!
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.