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I always drank lots of water and I jumped on my bed.When i jumped on my bed i could hear the water in my stomach moving around and i thought it was my blood so i would stop jumping so i wouldnt get a nose bleed.
When i was younger i was given a purse, in the idetification part it asks for your blood group...i put down my blood group as 'RED'!!!!
I was told when I was 6 that people don't grow BRAIN before 12 years old ! I believed it untill I was 10 ! :)
I used to think that, because when you burp it feels like lots of air leaving you, you only had so many burps in your life before all of the air left you and you died!
When I was younger I thought I made up a new way to tickle someone--by tickling their stomach.
I remember when I was 4yrs old, I woke up with pins and needles in one foot.
When my mum came into my bedroom I complained that crabs were at the bottom of my bed, pinching my toes!
She had to pull the bedding off to show me there wasnt any.
When I was only about 3, I thought that blood was yellow, because earlier
I had popped a blister and yellowish-clear stuff came out. I thought that you
peed out the old blood and kept the new in your body until it got too old,
and I was always afraid that if I peed for too long, all my new blood would
come out and I wouldn't have enough blood. I always held in a little bit,
just in case it was new blood. I believed this for about a week until I cut
myself and thought something was wrong with me, and I screamed to my mom, "MOMMY,MOMMY! my blood is red!
Am I gonna die?!!!" Heh heh. :P :D :)
I used to believe that when you had the hick-ups your heart grew...then one day in biology class someone had the hick-ups and the teacher asked us what happens then. I was so desperate to answer that he let me answer the question, when I said that your heart grows when you have the hick-ups the whole class started laughing. I still cant forgive my parents! Ps. I was in 8th grade at the time...
When my stomach would growl I actually believed it was some sort of strange stomach language. When I told this to my older brother, he found the perfect opportunity to mess with me. He told me that he knew stomach language and that he could translate for me.
So he'd make me lay down on my back and put his ear to my bare stomach. He would often get a concerned look on his face and claim my stomach was very upset. He would tell me demands that my stomach was making . . . more of this kinda food, or more of that kinda drink . . .
I would say I believed this until I was about 7 years old.
When I was 5, I asked my mom why we had blood and she told me it takes the food to all the parts of our bodies. I had an image of little red stick figures in tubes pushing whole peas through my body for a long time!
When I was a little girl, my father told me that odd pains and twinges in your legs or other places were caused by random cosmic rays from outer space passing through your body...
I believed this solidly, and convinced others, until I was 17 years old... When I told my father how well he'd fooled me, he thought it was pretty funny...!
I used to believe that my mum's kisses had magical powers and they protected you from all things scary for 8 hours. Farts had the same affect if deployed in bed....
Once, when i was little, my mother took me to a friends house.
They had just redone the walls of the stairway, with a special paint which could be shaped into a curvy pattern.
I asked to go to the toilet and was told not to touch the walls as they were still wet.
Naturally, i left a handprint there and i was rushed off to have my hand washed.
I had heard that no matter how much you wash something, the germs wil never all go away.
I believed my hand was now made of paint, and i no longer needed brushes for paintings.
when i was in sixth grade i didn't know what masturbating was and someone asked me if i masturbated and i thought they meant masticate so i said yes because of course i chew my food and everyone laughed at me
I used to belive that you only were given so much Voice when you were born, so that at some point I'd run out. So I began to try to talk as little as possible!
When I was little my Grandfather would always tell me that If I thought too much I may grow cucumbers? He would say," You know what thought did right? It grew cucumbers." See if yall could figue that one out it took me 7 years til he finally told me!
When I was little I believed that when my foot fell asleep it really was sleeping and that I needed to wake it up, so I would run cold water on it and if that didn't worked I would turn some music on or make alot of noise to wake it up!
I once over-heard a conversation between classmates. The sentence was:
"My mom hates bending over."
I took it more as: "My mom never bends over or can't bend over." For years I tried to figure out how his mom would do household chores such as opening the oven to take something out without bending.
It wasn't until as an adult that I thought of the conversation and realized what was really said,
"She hates bending, that doesn't mean she doesn't do it."
The realization hit me when I reallized as an adult that I really can't stand bending over either. This evident by the complaints from my wife as to the length of my toe nails.
that god made us blink fast so we didn't miss tv
I believed that it was natural for everyone to have a smile on their face at all times. I was shocked when one day when I was about 2,I looked at my mommy, who was watching television, and she had a serious look on her face.