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i used to believe that when i took medicine there were these little soldiers in the medicine that went to war with the enemy soldiers in my body.
i used to think each person has a certain number of heart beats to use up before they die. I thought this was why your heart beats more slowly if you are fitter: you are saving more beats up for later!
When I was very young, I observed a lady breastfeeding a baby and asked my mother what she was doing. She explained to me that the mother produces milk to feed to the baby... As my dad always had a cup of coffee in the morning, I naturally assumed that this meant the father must somehow produce coffee for the baby.
To this day I still want coffee flavoured nipples.
When I was younger, I used to believe that your shoulder blades behind your back were pre-mature angel wings ready to sprout when you died.
When I was seven, I used to believe that when a people said they "didn't drink" that they did not consume any liquids. I was pretty much perplexed, but figured it might be possible to get enough water from vegetables, fruits and other food products.
I used to think that shadows felt pain, and sent it to their "owner".
I "discovered" this when I proudly exclaimed to my Grandpa, "I just stepped on you shadow!" He played along with it, and pretended like it hurt him really badly. I wouldn't step on anyones shadow for the longest time, in fear of hurting them
Up until 3rd grade I used to believe that humming was an inaudible sound. One day, the teacher was walking around and she asked, "Who's humming." And I thought, "She can hear that!?"
When I was really little (like maybe 3 or 4), I was afraid I might break my mom into tiny pieces if I hugged her too tight. I imagined she could shatter like glass. I was always careful not to squeeze much and to keep my arms kind of relaxed so I wouldn't hurt her. I have no idea why I developed this belief, but eventually I told my mom about it and she set me straight.
When I was little I thought you had 2 holes in your throat, one for food & one for drink. Therefore when I coughed whilst eating or drinking it had "gone down the wrong hole".
Soup used to confuse me greatly!
I used to think that growing pains meant that a tomato plant was growing in your stomach.
For some reason I used to believe that if you HAD to swing your arms when you walk because if you didn't you would automatically stop...I spent a lot of time making sure my arms we're swinging, I was a warped little kid.
When I was little every time I got the hiccups my grandma would tell me that I got them because I didnt wipe good enough when I went to the bathroom! Needless to say everytime I got the hiccups I would run to the restroom to clean myself thinking that would make them go away, and when they didnt I would be so emberrassed thinking that everyone would think I was not cleaning right.
We used to think that if you ran swinging your arms around, you would run faster.
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 I was 10 my brother told me that if I didn't blow my nose and just sniffed, I would get hemorrhoids in my nose. I believed it.
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.