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I used to believe that my body and limbs were completely hollow inside, and that when I ate, the food would fall down into my feet and kept filling me up. I used to wonder how would I fill the top of my head without food falling out my mouth.
I used to believe that I couldn't eat deviled eggs because they were from satan and possessed.
When I was younger I wanted blue eyes. My parents told me if I ate lots of veggies then they would eventually turn blue.....I'm still waiting for that to happen....
When I was about 4 I used to think that I had separate "tanks" intead of a stomach despite being told repeatedly that all the food went in to the same place by my parents - I would not accept this was true. For example: I used to say at meal times that my spinach tank was full but my ice cream tank was completely empty!
I used to believe that when you ate a tic-tac it tumbled down to your left big toe
When I was younger my brother and I would listen to each others stomachs. My mother told us that it made these noises because there was worms inside there. I believed that worms were in my stomach with there own little control room controling my body and even controling the thought I had about them.
When i was a child i use to believe that i had 2 stomachs, one for supper and one for desert. When i said i was full, my mom said "Well i guess you can't have desert"....little did she know, i had another stomach for that.
when I was little my mother dieted a lot and I heared a lot about how bad it was to eat between meals. I thought that some people ate half a meal, snacked on something else, then finished the rest of the meal.
The phrase "down the wrong pipe", ie, swallowing the wrong way, led me to believe that I had a whole range of pipes inside me, one for each of the different things I ate. So I would say, "Oh no, my peas went down the apple juice pipe!", etc. I used to wonder how they could all fit, I needed so many of them...
Until I was about five, I thought that your esophagus had a million separate tubes for everything you ate. When I told my mother that she should have my corn tube removed, she explained that I was very wrong.
When I was little, I was a very picky eater. To try to make me eat more, my dad would put on a fake voice, pretending to be my stomach. He would say things like "C'mon. I'm hungry. I want more meat." and things like that. I believed that my stomach actually talked to me for a few years.
When I was a child none of my food could touch or get mixed up on my plate. Everything had to be sectioned off neatly. I firmly believed that every food had its own compartment in your stomach. Hamburgers had the hamburger department, corn had the corn dept. and so on. I was convinced that if your food got mixed up and you ate it that way, it would not know where to go. The food would forever rot in your stomach and you would die. I was a very strange child!
I used to believe that every kind of food had its own tube in your throat. For example, french toast tube, macaroni tube and so on. That's why choking people always say "it went down the wrong tube."
I used to believe that if you swallowed a watermelon seed a watermelon would grow inside of you. Thanks to the Rugrats.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old I used to think that grilled cheese sandwiches were called "Girl cheese sandwiches" Because of this I thought it was against the law to eat one if you were a boy. I knew i was able to eat them but i got kinda freaked out when my brother ordered one in a restaurant one time.
When I was young, I used to believe that there were little people in my food getting ready for a roller-coaster ride that would start once they reached my tongue. The entire episode was like "Splash Mountain". I would make announcements before I put the food in my mouth, and then WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In my stomach, at the age of about six, food went into different rooms - broccoli into one room, mashed potato into another. This was the best excuse I had come up with to justify having plenty of room for ice cream but none for the vegetables on my plate. Rather ingenious, I think.
I used to believe that "utensils" were underwear!
When I was young, I thought when a food was "spicey hot" you could blow on it to make it not "hot. For example, when I chewed Big Red gum, I would take it out of my mouth and blow on it because I thought that would make it "cool" down. Silly me!
When I was 4 I overheard my Dad say that his drink went down the wrong whole after he started coughing. After that I was convinced that Liquids and Solids went down differnt pipes when you ate. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I was suppose to eat stew.