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i used to look at the horizon and use my finger to take little steps from where i was up to the horizon and since it took like 3-4 steps little finger steps i thought i could actually walk there in 3-4 steps.
I grew up on the family farm and when I was very little - like 5 - I sneezed. My uncle told me every time I sneezed I lost brain fluid out of my nose and I needed brain fluid for my brain to work. I was terrified if I lost too much brain fluid, I'd be stupid. Which explained why old folks forgot things.
I sneezed with my nose pinched closed for years. Ouch!
when i was young i heard my mom talking about someone who had lost their voice. i thought about how that could be possible. i came to the conclusion that i only had a limited amout of voice and i needed to save as much of it as i could. i wasnt much of a talker.
When my stomach would growl I actually believed it was some sort of strange stomach language. When I told this to my older brother, he found the perfect opportunity to mess with me. He told me that he knew stomach language and that he could translate for me.
So he'd make me lay down on my back and put his ear to my bare stomach. He would often get a concerned look on his face and claim my stomach was very upset. He would tell me demands that my stomach was making . . . more of this kinda food, or more of that kinda drink . . .
I would say I believed this until I was about 7 years old.
I used to think that when my stomach made gurgling noises or rumbled it was two little uniformed pilots in a cockpit in my tummy talking to each other over a radio.
Once when I was at a friend's house I started sneezing. I sneezed maybe 4 or 5 times in a row. My friend looked at me with a straight face and said, "you've just sneezed past the legal limit." I didn't believe him at first, but he persisted with saying, "No, for real. If you sneeze 5 or more times in a row that means something is wrong with you and you should see a doctor right away." I totally believed him, seeing as how I always sneezed at least 5 times in a row, and I always thought he was really smart.
When I was young my mother told me that hiccups made me grow taller so, whenever I ever had the hiccups, I didn't try to stop them because I wanted to be tall. I would even measure myself to see how much taller I'd gotten. (It didn't work, by the way.)
My mother made me believe that If you eat ear wax, you will become mute, And I even convinced my cousin to believe in this as well. So one day, when my mother sent us to sleep early, we were so upset, so we decided to eat each other's ear wax to be mute to protest against her.
I used to believe that brains were a bunch of staples hanging on a rack in your head and when you needed to think or you touched something hot, the appropriate staple would flatten out and race down to the appropriate place, telling it what to do, i.e., "pull your hand away, quick, that's too hot!"
When I was little I use to think we had tiny jelly bean men in our bodies that controlled our movements and lives.
When I was about 11-12, my aunt said that she wanted me to pull the plug if she was a vegetable in a hospital someday. She didn't want to live that way. I was horrified, because I believed that family members literally had to unplug the hospital beds from the walls themselves and I didn't think I could do it.
When we were about 6 and 8, my sister and I discovered that we could burp when we drank cola. We though it was realy funny and kept on doing it all the time. My mother began to be upset and told us that we should stop doing that because it would disform our stomach. We didn't bother 'til she told us that disform stomach coudn't digest chocolate and sweet pastries.
As a kid I was told that a spoonful of peanut butter would cure hicups by somehow sticking to your ...uhhh lungs? It wasn't until fourteen when I automaticly went for a spoonful of peanut butter-placebo that I realized my leap in logic.
One time I had many goosebumps on my back and I was eating to much chicken and my mom had told me I was growing feathers.! After 1 week of me cryin she had finally told me it was a joke(:
I used to believe that a 'soul' was an organ of the human body, such as a kidney or lung.
When I was little I used to believe that we had a machine in the belly that was creating kisses and when someone didn't t give you one, it was because they had run out of kisses.
As a kid I used to believe that you had to vomit at least once a year to get rid of all the food you ate.
When I was little my cousin told me that if you sat on someone's head it would explode. For the longest time I believed her. Now I just think she wanted me to get off her head.
I believed that if I swallowed my phlegm I would die. I spent hours spitting it out into the toilet.
I used to believe that if I chewed on one side of my mouth too much the other side would get jealous.