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I used to think I could pick myself up. I would hold one leg and then jump to catch the other leg. It never worked and I always thought it was because I wasn't strong enough....
I seem to remember the nuns at school (?!) telling us to take care NEVER to hold your nose when you sneezed, or your brains might squirt out your ears. This worried me...
When I was little I thought that only 1 person in the world could have hiccups at one time. (Until me and my mom had the hiccups at the same time)
I used to believe that you could literally waste your breath. If you talked too much, someday you would just run out of air and die.
My Dad used to tell me that the snot coming out of my nose was brain matter oozing out - that my nose would eventually quit running because I'd be out of brains!
My Mom let him deal with it when she found me sobbing uncontrollably later in the day ...
Up until I was about eight years old, to get me to bathe thoroughly, my mom would often tell me that if I didn't clean my bottom good enough that I would develop worms inside my bum. Said worms would then slither out of my bum late at night. I made sure to keep my privates as clean as possible.
I used to think that if you just kept your mouth closed when you burped, no one could hear you. It wasn't till I was married that my wife told me she could hear. I hate now to think of all the dates I must have ruined in COLLEGE where I let out a belch, but had a smile on my face cause my mouth was closed!
My Dad spent several years really scared of sneezing and farting at the same time because he thought the pressure at both ends would rip you open like a Christmas cracker!
When I was about 10 or so I used to believe you only got to move you arms and legs a certain number of times in your entire life. Like maybe you would only be allowed to move your right arm 768 and then it gets frozen. For a while I was very afraid that one say I would just be completely frozen because I moved around too much.
When I was very little, I used to believe that when you had an itch, it was due to little men inside your skin who were tickling you with feathers.
I thought if you trip and fall down you fall at the speed of light!
I used to believe that all my energy "came from my nipples and my back" I literally said that to my parents.
When I was little I once heard someone stating that each breath we take brings us one step closer to our death. So I figured that we each had a preset (but unknown) numbers of breaths we could take before we died, so if I learned how to make each breath last a really long time I could live for hundreds of years.
When I was 21 and expecting my first child, the ob/gyn asked if I wanted to breastfeed my baby. I said that I wouldn't mind the breastfeeding, I just couldn't stand the thought of him poking a hole in my nipples with a needle.
When I was little my mom used to donate her blood and in 1st grade I learned that your body is always making new blood. This lead me to believe that unless you give blood regularly your body would make so much that you would explode.
When I was little, I used to believe that snot was brain juice.
When I was a young child, I used to believe that the inside of my body was like a factory, and there were these little tiny workmen all over in there. They would yell things to each other like "Lookout Joe, he's eating again! Get ready to move some food!" and then they would all jump into action, moving the food around on these complex conveyor belts and such.
When I was little, my cousin told me that bogies were dead brain cells. I believed him until the day I repeated this amazing fact in front of my high school biology class, who never let me forget it.
I thought you could make candles out of earwax. It made sense. They were made out of parafin wax and beeswax, so why not earwax?
When I was little and someone sneezed, I would always hear someone say "Bless you" So I thought that's what came out when you sneezed. One day, I sneezed and snot got on my hand. I went to my mom and said "Momma! I got bless you on my hand!" It took everything she had not to roll on the floor from laughing