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When I was little, my grandmother told me that if someone sneezed and you did not say "bless you", that their soul would leave their body. This haunted me and I would put my hands above my head whenever I sneezed to "catch my soul". Even as a superstitious teenager, whenever I sneezed and no one "blessed" me, I would raise my hands above my head non-chalantly!
i used to think that you could only sneeze so many times before you used them all up, then if you tried to sneeze your head would explode. i still hold my sneezes, just in case.
i believed when i get a cut,a headless priest will come out with a train coming after it.it happened once but i was like 3!it was probably my imagination...or was it?
i used to think each person has a certain number of heart beats to use up before they die. I thought this was why your heart beats more slowly if you are fitter: you are saving more beats up for later!
When I was a kid I did not want to talk too much because I used to believe that dumb people were like that because they had already told everything they had to say in their life.
i used to believe that when i took medicine there were these little soldiers in the medicine that went to war with the enemy soldiers in my body.
I used to believe that when you shut your eyes, that your eyes did actually roll back and there was something you could do to switch on a light back there and you would see clockwork working to move your eyes.I used to stand in front of the mirror with one eye shut and one eye open to let the light in through one eye so i could see the back of my other eye!
When I was little I believed that everyone saw different colors. Like, if I saw blue my friend saw purple [but she called it blue]...
Ex. The sky is blue.
But my blue might not look like someone elses blue. Maybe my blue is purple in their eyes. [It gets confusing when you think about it...]
I had a very happy childhood, but believed that if I cried in bed on a Saturday night, it would be bad luck for the coming week.
I used to beleave that if you sat in one place to long, root would grow from your body and you would turn into a tree of something. Needlass to say, I was a very hyper kid.
When I young (like Kindergarten age) I would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, and, when I got out of bed to walk around, my feet were "asleep." I thought that the pain from walking on them when I got out of bed was the result of God punnishing me for getting out of bed... I thought God was trying to make me feel like I was stepping on nails!
When I saw a scuba diver on tv I started to believe that our lungs were some kind of tanks filled with a certain amount of oxigen. Very ttime you breath, you use it. Eventually, when all is used, you die!
After I figured this out, I started breathing very "economicly" to live longer, resulting in very unpleasant fealing in my body;)
i used 2 b scared of getting a "dingy" on our car bc i thought u got "pins and needles" this is bc when I was maybe 3 or 4 (i was still in a car seat) my mom hit something and got a dingy in the side of my car . . . my brothers n sisters all got out 2 look @ it n for some reason that i have yet 2 figure out . . . . i had pins and needles all over my body . .. so i always associated "dingies" with getting "pins and needles"
Ok, everyone in the world, at one time or another, has used their index and middle finger as an imaginary "walking man", right, If you haven't, there is something wrong with you. I used to believe that I invented "Finger Walking", and whenever I saw sombody else doing it, I would go nuts
When i was litle i used to think i only had to breath when i wanted to.
I used to believe (through some skanty mis-reading of Judy Blume books too young) that menstruation was masturbation, and that masturbation was menstruation. So then, at the proper age, I asked my mother what masturbation meant, and she said, "Honey, you should never be ashamed."
Took me years to make sense of that. And by then I was pregnant!
One day my brother told me that we had blood inside of this and I was disgusted and didn't believe him! I asked my mom and she affirmed that this was true. I believed her then, but how could I explain why blood came out of cuts if it wasn't inside us?
I used to believe I was like everyone else-until I learned I had no reflexes. They have been tested many, many times and my leg never moves when a hammer taps my knee.
Whenever my parents were just waking up, they would yawn. So I thought yawning was something you did when you were waking up. My mother sent me to take a nap that I didn't want to take when I was about 3, and my argument was, "I'm yawning! You only yawn when you're not tired anymore!"
i used to cry ALL the time. it realy bothered my sisters, so they told me the if i kept crying, i'd get all shriveled up like a raisen. then, every sunday at church, i'd decide which old ladies cried a lot or just a little based on how wrinkled their skin was. i stopped crying so much because i didn't want to be all wrinkled!