body functions: general

When I was young my, very superstitious, grandmother would tell my sister and I that everytime we hiccupped a drop of blood would fall off our heart. Everytime i got the hiccupps I would panic and hold my breath or eat a spoon full of suger (upside-down) until they went away, paranoid that my heart would dry out and I would die from them. I still think about it when I feel them coming on!

When i was little, maybe 3 or 4, i used to think that tears actually weren't real, they were just a myth. Once i got really mad at my parents, and i went off and started crying tears! i was so surprised, i started crying even more.

I used to have a lot of nightmares when I was little, so I always dreaded bedtime, because of my fear of the bad dreams. So one day, I decided that maybe if I wrote on a piece of paper what I wanted to dream about [happy stuff like mermaids or flowers or rainbows] and stuck it under my pillow right before I went to sleep, my brain would receive my "good" dream wishes, and the nightmares wouldn't be able to get through. And if I woke up the next morning without any recollection of a bad dream, that meant that it had worked.

This may seem silly, but I believe, even 20 years later, that it was a good idea. lol.

I went to see a performance of The Nutcracker one Christmas when I was about 6. I got sick during the performance and for years after believed it was the ballet that made me sick and refused to watch it again.

i used to think tampons were some kind of air freshener and whenever i saw one in my mom’s pocket book i would rip the plastic off and sit, waiting for a fresh scent to fill the room. i also would open them and leave full tampons and applicators around after pooping bc they’re air fresheners

i used to think that when something smelled really bad and you begen to breath through your mouth instead of your nose that your beath would smell the like awful stentch you were breathing in

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 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 believed that each person's inner body were all machines, gears, and springs and outer body are soft plush stuffed under the authenic leathers (skin)

When I was much younger I didn't know that our bodies had veins and bloor vessels. So I thought that our blood just floated around under our skin. And when I cut myslef my brother would scare me by telling me all of it would come out and I would die.

I know the truth now and to get my brother back I always remind him how he cried in The Lion King movie!

when i figured out how to make myself burp my older sister told me that my intestines would burst if i did it so i went round telling everyone who burped that their intestines would explode!!

I used to believe that grown men never ever cried, because I would never see my dad cry. I was quite shocked when I saw a male teacher cry at my sister's graduation.

I used to believe that ants walked inside your body and that's what caused an itch.

I uses to believe that snorting causes a block of snot in the top part of the nose and would have to be removed by a doctor , so I tried to never do it!

For a long time (from when I was about 3 to when I was 7) I thought that whenever my sister or brother grew a lot, and my parents mentioned it, that they had a 'gross purt', or a grosspurt. I really never could find out why anyone wanted to have a gross purt, but my siblings seemed to think that it was cool whenever they had a grosspurt, so eventually I accepted that they were okay. (I also never knew what a growth spurt was when I read it in a book...I started reading really early)
I didn't differentiate the two terms for a long time. Finally, one day, I realized that it really was a growth spurt. It's a lot less interesting, but it make a whole lot more sense.

I used to believe that bruises were rotten blood.