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I thought that if someone jumped over my head, I'd never grow taller then on.
i used to belive that children had to be taught how to breathe.
When I was little, I believed that each person had a set amount of blood in their body, and as you got bigger the blood would thin out to fill up your body. I always liked to wear bandaids because they would stop the bleeding if I got cut, so I'd have more blood when I grew up.
My daughter thought that ear wax was peanut butter.
If you hung upsides down, your liver would turn over.
My dad is a dentist, and when I was little I was snooping in the bathroom cabinet when I came across a bottle of fancy mouthwash, designed to fight infection, which was labelled "Oral Rinse". My little mind must have been in the gutter, for I thought it was something like an enema. For a couple of years I misunderstood the difference between "oral" and "rectal".
When I was younger, my father used to tell me that if you held in your sneezes, your head could blow up. One day in 2nd grade I caught a student holding in their sneezes. I was very concerned for them. The teacher asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I was worried their head would blow up. She quickly put an end to that myth.
My older brother told me that everytime you sneezed your lungs would bleed. I believed this until I was 21!
When I was growing up in the Philippines, my brother and sisters would tell me that if I get cut, that rice and carabao would come out. I thought to myself, "Yeah right! Carabao! PLEASE! But what am I gonna do when rice comes out?"
When I was a little kid I used to wonder why anyone would ever want to donate blood. I was certain that you had only a specific amount, and if you ran out you would die - if you kept donating it, what would happen if you got in a car accident?
You know how you can hear your heart beating in your ear when you lay against your pillow. I used to think that was giants walking around at night looking for people to eat. So I would lay real still and try to hide under the covers. To this day I still sleep with the blanket pulled up to my chin
I have a big broter. I was told a lot of things about the world which of course I had no doubt was true. My brother was older than me. I used to belive that it was dangerous to remove the lint that gathers in my bellybutton. I also have dimples on my thighs.:)
i used to believe that if i walked in the rain i would grow taller.
When I was about 5 I used to believe that I could hear an army of soldiers coming after me and getting closer and closer. Later it turned out to be the way I was lying forced my ear against an artery and what I could hear was my own pulse. Which explains why they got faster when I got scared about it...
When I was about 13 years old I wondered if black people had the same body functions as the white people. Why did I think this? Because from what I heard the grown ups say about the black folk made them seem so different in every way to white people.
This isn't actually one of mine, but I thought it was great. When my mother was a girl, she had (and still does) the ability to shoot a tiny stream of spit between her teeth. Apparently my grandfather was not amused since he told her that the "acid" in her saliva would melt holes in the upholstry of their car.
When my brother was little he thought that african american women that nursed their babies had chocolate milk in their breasts !
I used to believe that little gnomes, like David the Gnome, lived inside us and the gnomes used advanced systems of levers,pulleys,cogs, and gears to control our movements ...eventually the idea of gnomes was replaced with the belief that little Mario men lived inside me.
I use to believe that the pulse you feel inside you wrist and your neck was really your heart moving from one place to another inside your body.
When I was little my mother told my sisters and I that if we used deodorant we would stop breathing because it would plug up our pores and cause suffocation.