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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
my dad works at a waste water treatment plant (where all the waste goes), and when my little brother was being potty trained, we would have him call my dad whenever he did #2, and my dad would "look out for it" and verify that his "present" had arrived safely.
Once when I was way younger (about 4) I overused the toilet paper and it clodded the toilet.My mom told me never to do that again,and I thought she meant not to use toilet paper.
I guess you can tell what I didn't do,until I was 7.
when i was little i thought that when u pied u shrunk and when short ppl passed i wud be like "wow u sure pee a lot"...i was a wierd little gurl
For some reason, i thought that inside my ass was a whole tiny villiage of people, and when i had to do a poo, the town policeman would come out into the main square and hold all the traffic up while he directed the poo on its way out, like a traffic cop. I have no idea where this idea sprung from!
I grew up on a dairy farm and often saw my uncles moving loads of manure around in wheel barrels to take it to be used as fertilizer for the garden. As a kid I believed that there was a door inside my anus and behind that door there was a tiny man with a wheel barrel full of poo. When the wheel barrel was full of poo the little man would knock on the door, and his knocking would get louder and more urgent the longer I waited. When I really had to go, I would exclaim, "The door's about to BREAK!"
I remember getting up at night, going to my parents room, and explaining to my dad that I'd had a wet dream. Dad told me how I was a growing boy, and I felt quite proud (sex education the day before). ..... It turned out that I'd just wet the bed, again.
My little sister was three when my mother came into the living room asking who had forgotten to flush the toliet. My sister ran into the bathroom and declared "it was me that's my color" She though everyone peed their favorite color!
When I was quite small, my mother referred to having a BM as "grunting." I even now suppress a giggle when I read a sentence in a novel that goes something like, "He grunted in reply."
When I was little i believed u only had to poop a limited amount of times, and when i counted down to 0, I celebrated cuz i thought i wouldnt have to crap anymore
But when I had to go again i was so mad
when i was a kid i thought that girls use to pee out of their butts.
I'm a girl, and used to believe that I peed outta the Front hole, and pooped outta the middle hole. Then one day I discovered the back hole, and earlier that day I had heard the term "rip you another asshole" so, I thought someone had "ripped me another asshole"... I ran to my mom, and she told be otherwise(I was like 6)
I used to believe that girls pee out of their butts (My mom told me so.). One day, me and a girl started arguing about how they pee and she said that they didn't. I was shocked. She told me the truth, and I misheard her thought she said they pee out of
"Chinas." I was so confused. It wasn't until the next year in 6th grade Family Life that I learned the truth about all of the things I never understood.