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When I was little and being potty trained, my family was having a picnic with friends when I needed to have a wee. There were no toilets around so my mum plonked me on some tree roots (at the bottom of a tree) and told me to wee there. I ended up doing a wee on the grass, because I believed that if you weed on the bottom of a tree, then you would have to live in that tree forever. everyone was watching me while I was squatting to go wee wees on the grass. That was my most embarrassing story, even though I was young....
As a child i saw two younger siblings come home from the hospital. When i saw their umbelical cords i thought that was how they pooped before they were born, and after they were born they switched to their bottom.
I used to believe that all of my body fluids inside me would pour out of my vagina when I was doing a wee. I tried holding it in for about three days, but I had to go to the doctor because I had a water infection. I then had to have a wee in a bedpan to show the dctor the usual color of my wee.
I used to believe that when a baby is in the mothers tummy, it weed through the umbilical cord at the same time as the woman would have a wee. Wow thats a lot of wee wee!
when i was young i though that women had to wear pads because they always peeded their pants
When my twins were very little - around 4 - we took them to an amusement park. Husband had taken one of them to the loo. While waiting for them to return, the other one decided he had to use the loo too! So I took him to the ladies room. He did his thing. I decided that while I was there I would use it too. While sitting down, I noticed he looked very concerned. He then announced very LOUDLY, "Mommy, don't worry. When daddy is done using his, he will let you use it."
I still remember hearing the lady in the stall next to me laughing.
When we were little my sister was soooooo afraid to poop in the toilet (she would either hold it until she could go outside, or cry the enire time she was on the toilet) because the poop would jump back out of the toilet and bite her butt.
It wasn't until she was about 10 that she realised it was just the splash from the poop falling into the toilet!
When I was young, I used to believe that if your pee or poo was mixed with someone else's... like if they didn't flush or like in an outhouse... the mix of the two created a smelly bathroom AND a noxious gas that could poison you.
I was eating with my best friend once when I was 9, and she pointed to my plate and said that my food would turn into poop after a while. So I scraped all of my food into a pile on my plate, and left in there for a while, waiting for it to turn into poop right there on my plate. I never happened, and I was mad at her for lying.
My auntie used to have a dog and whenever i went to her house, there'd usually be some dog poo in the back yard. Some of it was white because it was old or something. However, i thought that the white poo's were actually pee.
i use to think that poop was left over food from the people partying in side of me.
i always thoguht that my poo would turn into a family. the sophisticated father with glasses... the mom.. the kids...
not like mr.hankey.
more like leave it to beaver.
i just vaguely remember thinking that my poo would turn into a family.
When I was a kid, I always thought that girls peed out of their butts, dunno why
When I was a nine year old little kid, on car trips and felt the need to have a pee really bad my parents would let me pee in a bottle (I know I'm a girl but if you get it in the right position you can get it all in - even through a fly zip, it works!)
At school, the toilets were closed, and I had drunk a bottle of cola. My mom used to say, "Charlotte, we're both teachers, so if we let you do something your school should too." I was standing in the school yard when all of a sudden I felt a tingle in my "girly bits" - I was full of pee! To the teachers' horror, I unzipped my school trousers and felt the sweet, sweet relief of peeing.
The teachers were not impressed with Charlotte at nine...
i use to believe to when you pooed it was in liquid form but you had bags at your anus that held the pooped when you pooped and thats how it held its form and when you had diahrea thne you where out of bags and you had to sleep to get the bags back because u used all of the bags ......i discovered that it wasn't true when i stuck a pencil in the poo to try and see a bag.....
I used to think shit was exhaust from a tailpipe.
one of the preschoolers I work with had this priceless bit of wisdom:
Girl: why do I pee?
Me: I don't know, why do you pee?
Girl: because that's what comes out of my vagina
This is actually my son's belief.He thought i used to pee out of my butt.One day in a public restroom,my son was standing back by the toilet while i peed(he was only three),he announced nice and loud for all to hear,Mom,you pee out your butt,just like a horse!Yes i stayed in the stall until the coast was clear
when i was a child i believed that there was a little man inside me that used to push the poop out of me when he was ready
Once as a schoolgirl, I was riding home on a bus from a field trip, when I suddenly felt a need to poo real bad! I told the teacher, hoping she could get the bus to stop somewhere where there was a bathroom. But she just told me to hold it in and the urge would go away. I tried that and, although I almost shat in my pants, by the time we got back to school the urge had at least somewhat gone away. I don't even remember whether I poopooed any time for the rest of that day or not. What I do remember is that I got the idea that holding back one's dookey was the good and brave thinig for little girls (maybe boys as well?) to do. Maybe those who best succeeded would eventually become perfect and quit having to crap altogether, so I thought. During the years to come I remember being frequently plagued with stomach cramps, heartburn, and the like. Suspecting no connection at the time, I only regretted that I never completely perfected myself by quitting having to doodoo altogether. Only years later do I now suspect a connection between that belief and my digestive problems!