I thought that as you ate, your body filled up with food. I reasoned that that's why we got bigger, to hold all the food we ate. I remember being around six, sitting at the breakfast table, thinking that I must be full from at least the knees down.
When I was about 6 or 7 years old, for some reason, I believed that if I couldn't hear myself breathing I had obviously stopped breathing altogether and was liable to drop down dead at any moment. So I started breathing really loudly, really inhaling and exhaling deeply, so I could always hear myself. One night my dad was reading me a bedtime story and I was listening along, breathing really deeply. He asked me if I was alright - i sounded like I had asthma or something. I explained what I was doing and he put my mind to rest. I was a strange child...
When I was little, I always felt bad when I didn't hear someone say something and made them repeat it because I thought everyone only had so much breath in them and that I was killing them by making them say something twice.
When I was a child, I used to believe if I put my finger in one side of my nose, that I would only breathe out of one lung!!!! HA!!!!!!
When I was little, I use to believe that the reason people stretched all the time was because if they sat too long they would shrink, so stretching was a way to get back the original size.
I decided one day when I was 5 or so that if you can breath through your mouth and nose you should be able to drink though your mouth and nose too. I had a big glass of grape juice and and straw. I put the straw up one nostril and inhaled deeply. I found out the hard way that this wouldn't work. I also found out that grape juice stains.
I used to beleive that my stomach growled when I was hungry because I was part tiger.
When I was little I used to think that if one of your nose hairs came out then there now was something in the world that you cant smell anymore.
My mom told me when i was about 4 that if I keep sniffing instead of blowing my nose when it was runny that my head would explode. I believed this for a very long time. I never sniffed and when I saw my friends do it in daycare I would freak out and start yelling at them to stop unless they wanted their head to explode!
When I was very smallI saw a program that showed people cutting up worms, and it described how the worms would regenerate. At that age, I assumed that the human world and the animal kingdom were pretty much the same. I decided that arms, legs, and fingers could do the same if you cut them off. But, for some reason I knew getting your head lopped off was very bad. My mother and I were in a supermarket when I saw a man with one arm. I confidently blurted out, "Hey mister, how long will it take for your arm to grow back?" Thankfully, he smiled. Before he could answer, my mother dragged me away and set me straight. When she asked me how I came to the conclusion that people could grow their limbs back, I shouted through big tears, "The worms mommy! The worms!"
I used to believe that I would never get married because I snored. I thought that no boy would ever like a girl that snored.
My husband snores way worse than me!
I used to think that everyone had a ball of hair wound tight inside their head. The ball would unwind and our hair would grow, but when there was no more ball of hair, you went bald. Everyone had different size balls of hair in their cranium and depending on how big your ball was, determined how long until you went bald.
When I had an itch as a child I thought that it was caused by a little creature inside me that wanted attention. Kind of like a cat that wants petted will rub against your leg, the creature would rub up against the inside of my skin until I had scratched it enough, then it would go off on its merry way.
Also, my dad used to tell me that if you sneezed 16 times in a row you would die. Not that big a deal unless you have allergies, which I do. I remember quite a few times as a kid where I reached 15 sneezes and then nearly blew my eardrums out trying to hold in deadly number 16. :)
I thought that when you went underwater, the rather cavernous part of your nose would still hold some air in it, and that I could survive underwater by taking really shallow breaths. I used to have dreams about it all the time, and if I breathed shallow for long enough, I could breathe normally.
I tried it all the time at the lake we would go to, and I wonder why I never drowned.
One day I asked my dad why men have arm hair and women don't. He told me it was so that men can use their arm to wipe food off their mouth.
When I was little, for some reason I believed that our nostrils took turns breathing. I would lie in bed awake and silently try to figure out which one was active.
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!
I never discovered that I was breathing until I was about 9, when I held my breath in the car one time, then said to myself "whoa...so that's what breathing is...you do it to stay alive!!!" After that I became paranoid that I would stop breathing and just fall down dead one day.
I used to believe that the reason my grandfather was deaf was because he was forced to eat frogs while stationed in the south pacific during world war II. He just didn't want to tell me that it was because a grenade detonated close by while he was sleeping. I believed that until I was 16 and told the story at the dinner table. The whole family got a good laugh.
I visited a family friends farm every primary school holidays and one of their older son's told me that if I jumped in cow paddies I would grow to be really tall. Sorry to say...it didn't work. I'm now 40 and just the average 5"2.