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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.
When I was about seven, I thought that whenever I was thinking about something I had to say 'cut' before I could move on to some other thought (like a director moving on to the next scene) My family thought I was weird because I said 'cut' all the time for no apparent reason.
when you get yourself worked up you can feel a pulse in your head and i used to think it was big foot coming... SO SCARY!!! im now 16 and still do sometimes lol
My dad always used to tell me to cover my mouth when I yawned. When I asked him why, he said, "Because people can see what you had for breakfast if you don't cover your mouth." I believed that for a long time!
at about 4 i thought my stomach was the large region under my chest, like many kids. However i thought it was so big because it had a ferris wheel in it, with half of egg shells for each food, and when, say broccoli came down my throat, i thought a cup,labeled too, would go up, catch it, then go deposit it at the hole at the bottom, that looked very much like the garbage disposer hole in the sink.