eating

i used to imagine that 2 ants( or some other kind of bug) lived in my stomach ,and ate all the little bits of food. i have no idea why i thought this.

Holly

I used to believe I had a two-headed, purple dragon in my tummy that would growl when it got hungry.

Kimber

I used to believe that there were little workers inside of my stomach that would separate the food into different compartments as it came down from my mouth/throat. Otherwise, how would it know where to go?

Dale

I used to believe that there was a hungry creature inside my belly, and that when it started growling it was demanding to be fed. I thought that if I didn't feed it, it would start to eat me from the inside! I was always afraid that I would be stuck outside playing somewhere and wouldn't be able to make it home in time to feed it when it got hungry.

Amanda

I used to believe that the food we ate stayed in side of us forever.I didn't know about the whole digestive system thing.I would imagine humans as a pile of food covered with skin.

Christina

My earliest memory in sitting in preschool at snack time eating, but taking little bites and chewing quickly because I didn't realize you could breath out of your nose if there was something in your mouth. All the sudden it hit me and I felt like I discovered something amazing.

Anon

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.

Molly

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.

Kelly

when i was 5 i used to think that peas is a thing used to eat

mario il bidello

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!

Jesa

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".

I-dra

when i was a little my sister always told me that if i kept eating french fries that my face would explode

hardik dong

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.

Aradia

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.

tysafreak

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.

Caroline

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.

Alduh

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.

ALO

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.

Anon

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!

Emily