body functions: general

As a child I like to drink dill pickle juice. My mother not knowing if this was good for me told me that if I drank to much of it would turn my blood into water. I would drink some and then look at my veins. Seeing they were still blue and would say to myself, "OK I can still drink some more, so I did."

I used to think that my bodily functions were controlled by a team of little men (never women for some reason) who bore a strong resemblence to Rumplestiltskin. The main one wore a yellow hood and sat at a little steering wheel behind my forehead. Their houses were in my abdomen and their workplace was in my brain. I wondered quite a bit about them and what their little lives were like and what they thought of me.

I always thought "wet dreams" were like female menstruation.
In grade 6 we had a sex educator come in and she told stories of what boys would tell their parents after they had a wet dream. Would they tell them they accidentally wet the bed? Would they grab the sheets and throw them in the laundry?
I said "You could pretend you cut yourself and it accidentally bled all over".... I was so embarrassed, yet still didn't know what exactly a wet dream was!

When I was a kid, I asked my dad what color burps were and he said 'blurple'. I believed him until I was about 13 years old. I was shocked that my father messed with my head like that.

When me and my brother were little, we used to burp a lot. My parents scared us by saying if we couldn't stop burping they woud give us "burp medicine" to stop it. My dad even put a bottle of something on the dinner table some nights. We had no idea what it was, but knew it would taste bad. So we stopped, not knowing it was just a threat, and they weren't really going to give us any. Not long after one of my mum's cousins (an adult) was having dinner with us. He burped, and me and my brother pointed out that he had to have the medicine. So he had a teaspoon of it. Several years later we learned that the medicine was glisserine.

This isn't my belief,but when my friend was younger and the sun would get in her eyes and she would sneeze, she truely believed it was because she was allergic to the sun.

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...

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 a little girl, I used to believe I could die because of a cream. My dad had told me so because I had to put cream on my feet and I wanted to put this cream in my mouth.
Growing up I realized it was a flammable cream