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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.
When I was a kid I thought there were little men inside us going up and down ladders making us function and making sure everything was ok.No one ever told me this so don't know where it came from
As a VERY small child (probably no more than two), I was convinced that if I did not consciously breathe in and out every second that I would die. I don't know how long I thought this but I was quite relieved when I told my mom about it and she reminded me that when I went to sleep each night my body would breathe "on its own" and I hadn't died yet.
I believed that if you hung upside down for 30 minutes or if you sneeze while hanging upside down then your head would explode
I used to burp the alphabet until my family told me that every time you burped you lost a piece of your lung. I completely stopped intentional burping after that.
When I was in bed at night, I would rest my head on my arm, and hear the blood pumping. I thought I was hearing the steps of a giant coming towards me, and I wondered what the hell he wanted with me, but I was looking forward to meet him!
When I was a child, I believed that everything had to be even or something terrible would happen - what I did with one hand had to be done with the other, if I chewed food on one side of my mouth, I had to chew it on the other aswell. It was a burden having to remember what foot I started walking on all the time.
When I was 5 or so for several nights I thought I couldn't breathe while I was sleeping. I was very concerned so I stayed up as long as I could
I used to think that bodies were hollow, and that when you ate, the food would collect down at your toes, and just pile up until it reached your midsection - which is when you would then poo or pee (depending on how much you ate vs. drank, of course). Throwing up happened when you didn't go to the bathroom enough, and the food piled up so high that it reached your mouth.
My sister told me once that if I sucked too much helium out of a balloon, my lungs would explode.
When I was trying to go to sleep and heard my blood pumping in my ears, I thought it was little men in my pillow making sand. I pictured them in a little factory in there and it freaked me out. I remember telling a babysitter that I couldn't sleep because of the men making sand in my pillow. Shw must of thought I was nuts.
I used to believe that the sound of my heart thudding in my head was the king and queen (of what I don't know) chasing me. This scared me for some reason, making the thudding of my heart go faster and faster which convinced me that they were about to catch me. Wonder I didn't have a heart attack at age 4.
As a kid I was told that a spoonful of peanut butter would cure hicups by somehow sticking to your ...uhhh lungs? It wasn't until fourteen when I automaticly went for a spoonful of peanut butter-placebo that I realized my leap in logic.