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my brother used to believe he could drown off his spit. when he got too much saliva in his mouth, he would spit down his shirt to avoid certain death....... needless to say, i never borrowed my brother's shirts.
I was always a very talkative young girl, and one day my dad told me that I would lose my voice if I kept talking so much. So, I believed that everyones voice boxes would run out eventually, like the life of a battery - it's limited. I used to just sit down sometimes and refuse to talk, in the hope of recharging my voice box.
also when i was little maybe 6...I belived a paste maker actually made paste. Like tooth paste. My Aunt had just recently got a fake heart (paste maker) and i over heared her and my mom talking about her surgery. I poped up and siad. " Where does all the tooth paste go?" She looked at me funny for a while and then relized what i ment and started laughing.
When I was younger, I used to believe that if you hled your nose and covered your mouth when you sneezed, your brain would blow out your ears.
Of course, I still believe that. I never tried.
When I was very smallI saw a program that showed people cutting up worms, and it described how the worms would regenerate. At that age, I assumed that the human world and the animal kingdom were pretty much the same. I decided that arms, legs, and fingers could do the same if you cut them off. But, for some reason I knew getting your head lopped off was very bad. My mother and I were in a supermarket when I saw a man with one arm. I confidently blurted out, "Hey mister, how long will it take for your arm to grow back?" Thankfully, he smiled. Before he could answer, my mother dragged me away and set me straight. When she asked me how I came to the conclusion that people could grow their limbs back, I shouted through big tears, "The worms mommy! The worms!"
As a child, I knew that spitting was rude, and that spit itself was considered disgusting. It concerned me greatly that I seemed to be swallowing spit all the time - surely this made me very dirty and bad, but what else was I supposed to do? Surely spitting it out would be worse? I was very worried that I produced so much spit as to need to swallow it all the time, so I asked my friends "do you do this too?" - I got no very definite answers, they all hedged or denied it outright, because they all knew, just as I did, that spitting was rude, and that spittal itself was disgusting. For years I thought I must be seriously malformed, and quite disgusting, it was a long time before I figured out that everyone is continually renewing their saliva in order to keep their mouth dry, and hence has to swallow it.
someone told me that to get rid of the hiccups, you had to close your eyes, hold your nose, and draw a cow in the air.
I used to believe that people really did have clockwork brains and when they fell they got a screw loose, so for years I never played anything dangerous in case i banged my head and went loopy!
i used to believe that when we eat, our food gets collected in our tummy and never come out again as excretery waste. and i thought the excretery waste we let out was the dirt from our body !!!
Whenever I faced the sun as a kid, I felt the urge to sneeze, so clearly the "magnetism" generated by the sun caused sneezes. Silly huh, EVERYONE knows little gnomes inside your face release gases that cause sneezes.
I seem to recall being told by a doctor that snot was made out of waste materials like dead brain cells. As I used to sneeze A LOT, I thought this was making me thicker.
I used to believe that good and expensive joggers would make me run fast.
i thought people saw colours differntly, my green would be seen as red by someone else for example.
Up until my sophomore or junior year of high school, I used to think sweat is drained back into the body through my pore if I didn't wipe it off.
When I was about 10 or so I used to believe you only got to move you arms and legs a certain number of times in your entire life. Like maybe you would only be allowed to move your right arm 768 and then it gets frozen. For a while I was very afraid that one say I would just be completely frozen because I moved around too much.
My Dad spent several years really scared of sneezing and farting at the same time because he thought the pressure at both ends would rip you open like a Christmas cracker!
i used to believe there was a rope attached to my leg and when i turned in a circle if i didnt go back round the opposite way id fall over
Whenever somebody burped, I would suck in real deep to capture thier burp and then blow real hard in a different direction to get the burp away so I would'nt have to smell it. Pretty stupid, huh?
when i figured out how to make myself burp my older sister told me that my intestines would burst if i did it so i went round telling everyone who burped that their intestines would explode!!
I never discovered that I was breathing until I was about 9, when I held my breath in the car one time, then said to myself "whoa...so that's what breathing is...you do it to stay alive!!!" After that I became paranoid that I would stop breathing and just fall down dead one day.