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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.
When I was about 3 years old I was playing outside in the summer and started sweating. I had no idea what was happening so I ran inside to my mom screaming "I'm watering! I'm watering!" It took me years before I learned that every sweats.
my best friend's older brother told us that snot was actually dead brain cells, and so when you had a cold, and your nose was runny, your brain was dying at a faster rate, and all running out of your nose.
i became terrified of blowing my nose, and was scared if you blew it too much, your brains would all come out.
to this day, i really don't like to blow my nose...
I used to believe that hanging upside down would make you smarter, bacause all the blood would run to head, helping your brain to grow big.
I used to believe that each day, we were only given a certain amount of "muscle" and we had to cash the "muscle" in whenever we wanted to move. This was because I heard my sister say, "It takes 15 muscles to smile and 40 to frown".
I was a smiley kid.
When I was about 5, my brother, who was about 13 at the time, told me that every time I blew my nose that part of my brain was coming out. After that I always looked into the kleenex to see how much of my brain I had lost. I believed him until I was about 8 or 9.
i used to think that i was the only person that swallowed my spit
When I was little, I used to believe that when moms breasted, one boob was for milk, and the other was for food. I used to try to figure out which was left and which was right.
When I was 5 or 6, our 12 year old neighbor made a big show of always spitting on the ground like a pro baseball player. For months I was terrified my saliva was something unnatural and horrible. I was scared I was the only person who was too stupid to spit it out before it killed me.
My younger cousin (shes 6) thinks that throwing up is pooping and pooping is throwing up. She's not the brightest crayon in the box.
When I was 21 and expecting my first child, the ob/gyn asked if I wanted to breastfeed my baby. I said that I wouldn't mind the breastfeeding, I just couldn't stand the thought of him poking a hole in my nipples with a needle.
I used to believe that if you sneezed with your eyes open you would die!
I thought there were m&ms inside my body that worked much like cells, except for me to grow they stood on ladders and painted new skin from the inside. I guess the old skin would come off and I would somehow be bigger.
When I was real little I use to think that if you talked too much your vocal cords would run out of cords and you couldn't talk anymore. So I was a very quiet child for a long time.
When I was a little kid, I shared a room with my older brother. At one point I had a cold and was disturbing his sleep by all my hacking and coughing.
Frustrated, he thus told me this whopper: That I had a little puppy living inside me and that I also had a formidable alligator in there too. Every time that I coughed the alligator would bite at that puppy, so if I wanted the puppy to live, I had to quit coughing.
I didn't REALLY believe him entirely. But I did try to stiffle my coughs and began to imagine places in my body where the puppy could hide.
When I was little my dad told me that when you lied your tongue would turn black. For years when I would like my dad would ask that I stick out my tongue just a little then he knew I was lying.
I used to think that if you just kept your mouth closed when you burped, no one could hear you. It wasn't till I was married that my wife told me she could hear. I hate now to think of all the dates I must have ruined in COLLEGE where I let out a belch, but had a smile on my face cause my mouth was closed!
When I was little every time I got the hiccups my grandma would tell me that I got them because I didnt wipe good enough when I went to the bathroom! Needless to say everytime I got the hiccups I would run to the restroom to clean myself thinking that would make them go away, and when they didnt I would be so emberrassed thinking that everyone would think I was not cleaning right.
When I was a kid (1950s) I used to believe that anything you wanted to do that was any fun would either put your eye out or give you lock-jaw according to my parents