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well, this by far has to be the wierdest belief in this section. When I was little I used to have imaginary friends, and whenever I would need to go to the bathroom, i would think I would have to go to the bathroom because my invisible friends wanted to come visit me. So I would sit on the toilet and pretend to chat with them.
until i was about 6, i used to believe that there was an alligator that controlled my pee and poo, so everytime i used the washroom, i made sure to say. Mr Alligator, can you let me pee right now...opening his mouth would allow me to tinkle.
I used to believe that pee came out your vagina..odd.. I also didn't know about where it did come out... Up until a little too recently...
I used to believe that girls peed out of their butts. Why else would they have to sit down to pee?
when i was little i thought that a girl and boy pee in a toilet the color of the pee would be the skin color of their baby.
when i was little, i used to think that if a boy peed in a toilet and didnt flush and then a girl peed in it, it would make a baby.
I used to believe I had a fairy living inside me and she would turn poop inside me into pixie dust. Then the pixie dust would be wafted out into the atmosphere when I farted. So, I thought that being constipated was a good thing, because it meant my fairy was doing her job well. But when I had to have an actual bowel movement, I thought it meant my fairy had gotten behind with her work or was sick or something.
At about five years of age, I was accused of "reverting back" to not being potty-trained anymore. The reason is, sometime leading up to that, when I was otherwise potty-trained but still needing help wiping my butt, my big sister told me "You're getting too old for this". I guess maybe she meant to say I was getting too old to need help with the butt-wiping. But I thought she meant I was supposed to outgrow pooping itself. So that got me to trying really hard not to crap, and holding it back until I would often shit in my pants. To this day I feel the vague suggeation of immaturity every time I doodoo.
i used to think that whenever you at there were little people inside of you that would take your food and toss it in a furnace and thats why your poo was brown then the liffle men would stick the poo to the inside of your head and you had to shake one loose to go to the bathroom
I used to believe that girls couldn't do number 2
when i was younger i used to think that the testicle sack was a urine storage and that when boys went to go pee-pee they had to squeeze the testicle sack
My mom used to tell me that when i would go poop not to push to hard or everything in my stomach (all of my intestines) would fall out with it.
I'm a boy and when I was much younger I thought that everyone had a sac (which I latter found out was a scrotum and only boys had one) that stored their pee
Being a young boy, I used to think that girls peed out of their butts. Futhermore, I held this concept to be true well into my late-teen years as there was no logical reasoning to challenge this belief. I must have slept through a few health classes.
When I was a child I had a playmate named Iris. She was one of the most fondly remembered playmates I ever had. Only one thing, in retrospect, might have been wrong with her. She told me that she didn't poop. She said that was why she was named for a flower. She said that some girls don't poop and they are named for flowers because flowers don't poop. I believed that for some time, at least until after my brother, who is a good bit older than I, got married. Then once I went to see the movie GIRL, INTERRUPTED, with a group including my brother and sister-in-law. In this movie, set in a girls' mental ward, a crucial plot point revolves around a girl named Daisy becoming constipated (probably because she won't eat anything but chicken!). She wants laxatives but the staff won't give them to her. So she ends up trading pills that some other girls want for the laxative that she wants. Durring that part of the movie, my sister-in-law heard me making curious questioning sounds and saying "That makes no sense at all!" After the movie my sister-in-law asked me what didn't make any sense at all about the movie to me. Naturally I was reluctant to tell her, but she said "Come, on you can tell me!" I tried to get off saying "It made no sense that they named the character 'Daisy'". But she got if anything all the more curious and begged me until I told her the whole story, about how Iris had told me that girls with flower names don't poop. She burst out laughing long and hard. But when her laughter finally subsided, she told me she was sure that everyone poops, even girls with flower names. Not long afterwards, she was among several relatives riding in a van with me. My sister-in-law whispered in my ear, "I hope I can make it to the next stop! I gotta poop real bad!" Then she added, "Call me by a flower name and see if that can help me make it." So I said, "Okay, Rose," and started calling her that. I guess I called her "Rose" at least five times before the next stop. Afterwards, she told me that she made it without crapping in her pants, but calling her "Rose" never seemed to lessen the urge in the least. A few of the others in the van had asked why I was calling her "Rose" when that wasn't her name. I never told and I hope she didn't either.
When I was little my half-sister told me that your body had all your poo stored inside in "poo bags", and that when your body needed to poo one was released. For years I was convinced that I was full of poo.
you know sometimes when you poo and it slips into the back of the toilet tube to dissapear before you've flushed? when this happened to me as a kid i thought either a villan had snuck in and stolen it somehow through the plumbing or that i had imagined that i had pooed or that there was just generally something wrong with me (like i had invisible or rapidly disintegrating poo and that thought made me panick for some reason). my poor ex uncle...i made him come into the bathroom after this had happened once, so that perhaps he could explain this mysterious phenomena to me.
I thought that if I weed on my bedroom carpet, soaked it up with tissue paper, and allowed the tissue paper to dry over a radiator, it would make my room smell nice. How wrong was I??!
A lot of times my younger brother wouldn't flush after going number 1 when we were little. I use to believe that if his pee mixed with my pee there would be some type of horrible chemical reaction and my butt would be blown off:)
i used to think that if you ate poop youd never have to eat food because youd just keep poopi'n out the same peice a poop, dont worry i never tried it