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i used to believe that if you laughed too hard you would run out of air and die and that's why you were out of breath after laughing very hard. you had just had a near death experience!
Lol, I have no idea why, but when I was like 9, I used to beleive that you "took a picture" everytime you blinked and that when you died and went to Heaven, you got to see the "pictures" of your life! I got a lot of strange looks directed at me when I was in public and rapidly blinking, but sometimes I would try not to blink to often so that I wouldn't have to look at boring pictures when I died lol :P
This year in school, we were in Applied Biology, im in 10th grade and this freshmen girl is in there (quite the blonde) and and we were talking about sweating and she just blurted out " dont you pee when you sweat??"
everyone laughed at her forever after that.
I went through a phase when I believed that my mother might break into a million tiny pieces if I hugged her too tightly. I was terrified of bedtime because she always wanted me to give her a really big hug goodnight.
i used to believe that if u cried. or started getting emotional u were broken and that u couldn't be fixed. i didn't understand those were emotions.
I thought that bow legged people walked funny - so I would practice walking with "one foot in front of the other" like the Christmas song from "The Christmas that almost wasn't" so I wouldn't walk bowlegged. Now men comment on the way I walk - I have a swish ....
I thought you could make candles out of earwax. It made sense. They were made out of parafin wax and beeswax, so why not earwax?
when i was 7yrs old, my reading book, led me to believe.....
if u sneezed & nobody said "god bless you"....
your soul escaped....
i was obsessed by this....
i used to believe machines in our heads controlled us with little people making our every move .. i even named some.
This is a very strange one, I will be surprised and somewhat relieved if anyone else believed this.
In elementary school I thought that people's spit had a specific smell and that if I drank from the same cup or if someone accidentally spit on me while talking my spit would smell like theirs.
When I was about 2yrs. old, I asked my mom what sneezing was. She told me that it was when little things got in your nose and sometimes the body rejects them. From then on i thought my body was some kind of fancy hotel, so whenever the little things got in my nose, some of them had to leave because the body was full.
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 !!!