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I use to beleave that if you cry too much your body would drain and you would die but then i found out my mom was just tellin me that so id stop crying
I was a tomboy, and when I was 4 or 5 I used to think that if I exercised enough and became strong, I would become a boy. Luckily I lost my desire to change sex before I could be disappointed by the lack of results...
i used to believe that if i walked in the rain i would grow taller.
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?
Up until my sophomore or junior year of high school, I used to think sweat is drained back into the body through my pore if I didn't wipe it off.
When I was little I had a pet frog that my mom let go in the middle of the night. I woke up the next day with a scratchy throat and a horse voice. My mom said I "had a frog in my throat". I thought I had swallowed my frog in the middle of the night.
i used to believe that if u didnt wash behind your ears potatos would grow in the dirt
When I was seven I asked my mom what was a migraine. She replied that it was "the mother of all headaches". So for several years after that, I thought a migraine was something you got when your mother had a headache.
I used to be an avid milk drinker when i was 7. I thought the more you drank the bigger your chest would be when you got older.
I thought if you cry too much you get scars on your cheeks where all the tears fell down. I'm still not sure this isn't true..
as a child, I believed that if I put my legs behind my head, they would pop off at the joints in a great big bloody mess. I'm 17 now, and while I know much more about human anatomy, putting my legs up high still makes me irrationally nervous.
When I was 5, my parents had plumbers in to change our plumbing from lead to copper pipes. At the time I was interested in how food got from our mouths to our stomachs. Mum explained that it all went down a pipe into our stomachs. I was well confused and couldn't understand how we could bend over when we were full of copper piping.
I thought that hiccups made you grow. Every hiccup streached your body a little bit, that is why babies would get them more than adults.
i used to believe that deodorant would stop making you sweat EVERYWHERE, so one day i walked downstairs and my mom asked me why i had white powder all over my face...
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 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.
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 remember when I was a child being told that humans "ONLY" have 10 pints of blood in their bodies. Because of that, I always feared dying from bleeding too much, as if our bodies didn't eventually replace our missing blood as we ate and drank food. I feared that after a while (say 10 years), if enough blood drained from me from all the times I got a scrap, that I would reach a point where I just didn't have enough blood to live, and would immediately die.
My parents said that the smell of manure was good for me. Whenever we drove past a farm, rather than wind up the windows, they would advise my brother and I to breathe deeply...
I used to think that my body was filled with really tiny workers; sort of like Oompa-Loompas. They controlled everything I did. I thought they helped me poop when I needed to go. So they pushed it, when it was too hard I even whispered, "Work harder, I need help!" They also painted pictures of my memories and thumbtacked or sticky-tacked them in the walls of my brain.