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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.
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.