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For a long time (from when I was about 3 to when I was 7) I thought that whenever my sister or brother grew a lot, and my parents mentioned it, that they had a 'gross purt', or a grosspurt. I really never could find out why anyone wanted to have a gross purt, but my siblings seemed to think that it was cool whenever they had a grosspurt, so eventually I accepted that they were okay. (I also never knew what a growth spurt was when I read it in a book...I started reading really early)
I didn't differentiate the two terms for a long time. Finally, one day, I realized that it really was a growth spurt. It's a lot less interesting, but it make a whole lot more sense.
We used to think that if you ran swinging your arms around, you would run faster.
My daughter told me that she believed that she had to have been deaf and blind before age 5 since she could not remember anything before then.
I was told that beer caused beards to grow and believed it up through my teenage years.
For some reason, I used to believe that you only sneezed out of your nose and not your mouth. So it didn't help that I didn't cover up my mouth properly when sneezing.
I have always been a little spacey and it is often hard for others to get my attention when I am focusing on something. When I was younger I was told by my mother that I had "selective hearing" and I believed for many years that this was the name of a hearing disorder. I would earnestly explain to people if they had trouble getting my attention that it was due to my "selective hearing problem."
My 3 year old son convinced and 8 year old boy that his arm had been cut off and grew back....
a friend of my mum's used to believe that you shouldn't wear underwear in bed because your bum needed to breathe.Her mum told her this.
I used to believe that when my stomach growled, it was Jesus with Lion in my heart .
I used to believe I could take my asthma inhaler underwater and use it as a breathing device. The first time I tried I swallowed a whole mouthful of chlorine water in a split second.
When i was younger i used to think water and swet were the same thing so when i sweted i would drink it.
I used to believe that when a person was born, that person was given so many breaths. I used to hold my breath or try to breathe slowly so that I would live longer.
I used to think I could pick myself up. I would hold one leg and then jump to catch the other leg. It never worked and I always thought it was because I wasn't strong enough....
when i was in elementry i was kissed by a boy no one liked, and i told my friend. she wanted 2 see him kiss me so she told me if he kissed me on the other cheek it doesnt count so i made him kiss me on my other cheek
I uses to believe that snorting causes a block of snot in the top part of the nose and would have to be removed by a doctor , so I tried to never do it!
When I was about 5 I convinced myself I had forgotten how to breathe. I would concentrate on the depth and rhythm of breathing so much that I'd hyperventillate. Right in the middle of playing I'd realize that I had forgotten to breathe lately, so I'd stop and breathe.
My parents said that the smell of manure was good for me. Whenever we drove past a farm, rather than wind up the windows, they would advise my brother and I to breathe deeply...
i thought that if you had too many memories your mind would fill up and there would be no room for any more. i would lie in the long grass and practice the art of forgetting.which i am now very good at.
i used to believe that if u scratched ur butt it would go mouldy because of the little gremlin that works in your belly and butt getting rid of your food and now i believe that scratching your butt is discusting anyway so why even try that!! (i didnt try it of course......) i was only little!!
I remember when I was a child being told that humans "ONLY" have 10 pints of blood in their bodies. Because of that, I always feared dying from bleeding too much, as if our bodies didn't eventually replace our missing blood as we ate and drank food. I feared that after a while (say 10 years), if enough blood drained from me from all the times I got a scrap, that I would reach a point where I just didn't have enough blood to live, and would immediately die.