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I used to believe that in your stomach there was a huge cauldron. And when you ate the food went into the cauldron. Whenever you ate too much food, the cauldron would overflow and thats why you would throw up.
I used to believe that your body was hollow, so when you ate, the food went all the way down to your feet and filled up your body from your feet all the way up. When it got to your mouth, you were full.
when i was 5 i used to think that peas is a thing used to eat
When i was about 4 i believed that we had two holes in our throat, one for drink and one for food, and when i choked i believed that it went down the wrong hole!
until i was about 7, i thought the human body was hollow inside like the whale in pinnochio & that when you ate food, it would tumble down your ribs & pool at the bottom of your body, where it separated into liquid & solid & came out the appropriate "exit".
when i was a little my sister always told me that if i kept eating french fries that my face would explode
i used to believe that when i ate stuff that there was a party going on in my stomach and that if i didnt eat my food the leftover food would be sad cuz they didnt get to go to the party. when i had a stomach ache, there was too much partying, n when i was hungry (aka: stomach growling n stuff) that ment my stomach was angry at me and was yelling at me to start partying again...tums were the cops if there was too much partying.
I was about 5 at the time... I had seen an elephant drink through his nose on Sesame Street, so I figured I could do the same thing. I got a cup of rootbeer, grabbed a straw, inserted it into my nose, and inhaled.
I found out that only elephants can drink through their noses, and that rootbeer hurts a LOT when it goes into your nose.
When I was 8 or so i believed we had two stomachs, one for food and one for fluids. I just couldn't figure out how the body knew which was which. So, when someone choked and said it went down the wrong tube, I thought they meant the food went down the fluid tube.
There were hands in your stomach and when you ate and your food went to your stomach, the hands would come out in white gloves and mush the food up further.
i used to think that bodies were empty, that everyone had only skin, and when you ate, your body started filling inside with food, from your toes to your forehead.
I used to believe that a diet was a little wooden mat that moved under the floor wherever you walked. My mom always said she was on a diet, but I could never see it, and figured that was what it must be--because she never looked any different.
when i was little i use to think that a;; the food you ate went in one leg, and all the drink you drink went into another.
I used to believe there were little blue blobby men walking around the "carnival" of food-mashing machinery in my stomach. (The machines were what caused the noises as I listened to my mom or dad's stomach after they ate.) The food got carried around to the different stations (I remember that one resembled a Ferris Wheel), where the little blobby men were checking things off on their clipboards, making sure everything ran smoothly. Oh, to be a four year old again, trying to make sense of the world!
My mother alway told me when i was a teenager that if i ate certain foods during my period that it could kill me so for along time I would be afraid of bananas! silly huh but i belived it till I was almost 19 I am now 25 took a while but i got over my fears
when I was a little girl I was always told that if you eat standing up the food would go to your feet and you'd be a skinny child. my family always said that. I think alot of people in Puerto Rico say that.
I used to belive that every time you ate, all that food would go straight to your feet until it reached up tp my neck and then we throw it up. And when ever i ate i looked at my foot, just to see if they got fatter. I believed this until i was 10. . . . 10! I then realized that the food goes to my stomach. I was so a creepi kid then. . . . . .
I had to eat to feed the creature inside my belly. If I didn't eat enough or went too long without getting food then he would get mad and start growling and punching my insides. The only way to make him happy was to eat until I felt stuffed.
I used to believe that there were seperate 'channels' for food and drink. When I grew up I realised that was a bit weird, until I discovered my dad used to believe you had a separate channel for every different kind of food...
When I was about 4, I used to love watching myself in a small mirror while I was eating. Untill my aunt told me that if you do that, you would actually eat your brains. I was scared to death for about a year, until i said "what the hey?" and took the risk. I still hate my aunt.