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My Mom convinced me when I was little that no one should ever "strain" too hard when they are on the toiled going #2 because if you did - the cork that kept all your "insides" inside your body would pop out. Forever I used to be scared that I would poop too hard and then I would have to walk around forever with a string and cork hanging out of my behind.
Up until 5th grade I thought that girls peed out of their bums.
I always thought that the more you drank and the longer you held on the less you would need to go to the toilet. So one day I tested my idea on a school trip. I was on the bus and I must have drank more than 5 pints of water. You can gess what happened.
I always thought that girls never pooped. I thought that until I met my wife... i met her when I was 17! Man, am I dumb!
I used to think that little angels would shove poo out of my behind!
I used to believe that if I ate pieces of bread it would soak up my pee and I wouldn't have to pee anymore.
When I was about 4 years old I was playing hide & seek with my mother. I was hiding in the bathroom closet & heard someone come in the bathroom. I peeked through the door & saw my father peeing.
I ran out of the bathroom screaming & crying to my mother that my father had pee pouring out of his thumb.
I was very worried that something was wrong with him & that he'd need to go to the hospital or something!
I believed ex-lax was real chocolate. I couldn't understand why my mother would keep it in the medicine cabinet and thought she was just trying to conceal it from me. Well, I found it and ate the whole bar thinking I had the greatest treasure. You know the rest.
when i was a young girl, i couldnt understand why boys could pee stading up and girls couldnt, so i tried to pee standing up in the bathroom and no matter how i swerved to get myself to pee standing up, it all just ended up all over my legs :P
I used to think that because my dad stood up to pee, I could too. So one day I stood in front of the toilet, peed, and got all upset when it just dribbled everywhere. When my mom found out and, after she got done laughing, asked why I did that, I told her "Daddy stands up to pee, why can't I?" Needless to say, I learned about the differences between guys and girls at a VERY young age.
when I was younger, my cousin made me believe that if you sat on the toilet too long, your intestines would fall out.
When i was around three i used to believe that all boys wee'd out of their thumb (the only male i had known being my dad) so therefore stood over the toilet and tried to wee out of my thumb and began to cry when nothing happened. Traumatised for life......
Once when I was a child, a business associate of my father's came to see him at this shop. That day the associate had his wife and their little girl with him. At one point the girl walked up to her mother and said, "Mommy, I've got to doodoo!" I was astounded, because I must have believed, as I've noticed others on this site have, that girls didn't doodoo. So later at school, I asked my best friend if girls doodoo. I hoped he'd know, since he had two sisters. But he seemed embarrassed and just said nothing. I didn't want to be overheard, but I was, by a girl I didn't trust. She walked up and said, "Are you stupid? Of course girls doodoo!" I wasn't ordinarily comfortable talking to her, but desperate to know, I asked her more. I don't remember the exact details of our conversation. But it continued with her acting as if I were stupid, but ended with her telling me that boys and girls are different only in how they pee, and that both doodoo the same. I wanted to believe, But since I didn't trust her, I ventured to go ask the teacher if she had told me the truth. I told the teacher, "Valerie told me that girls doodoo just the same as boys. Is that true?" The teacher's baffling response was "Only in extreme cases." Did she somehow misunderstand my question? If so, what did she think I was asking? Or was she just somehow cruelly playing with me in a way no teacher should? In any event, I puzzled for years afterwards, thinking girls doodooed much more seldom that boys and wondering what were the extreme cases in which they would doo it.
I used to believe that girls pee through their, well, anuses, because they always sit or crouch when they pee and poo, so i thought it's kinda the same.
my friend, she's african american, she believed that since your poo was brown that white people's poo was white
when i was about 6 i used to think there was an army of poops inside me, and that the leader would be telling them to jump out my behind.. even as a very logic-driven kid, i never wondered why they never ran out.
when I was kid, I once got the idea that anything called a "poison" was inevitably fatal if you ate or drank it, no matter how small the amount you had consumed. And I thought furthermore that any poison would make you die exactly three days after you ate or drank it. Then one time my mother told me that you need to poop every day, because poop is poison and you need to get it out of your system. So I was terrified the first time after that when I went a day without pooping. I was sure that I would die three days later. So on the third day after that day I didn't poop, I was secretly preparing to lay me down to die. It didn't seem to matter that I HAD pooped on the two days in between.
i use to believe that when i wee the angels took it to heaven.
My step-father used to tell me that if I swallowed my gum when I tried to go to the bathroom a big bubble would come out and I would get stuck in the toilet and he wasn't going to help me and I'd be stuck there forever.
I am told that when I was two years old I was taken on a trip through several US states, to visit my grandparents. I had no trouble that time since I didn't yet know about there being different states in the US. But shortly after I first learned about the states of the US, my family was on an overnight trip to an adjacent state. As we were nearing the motel where we were to stay there, I had to poo real bad but I told nobody because I was afraid that maybe people didn't poop in the state we were in. I tried real hard to hold it in and thought I had succeeded. But I had to find out otherwise in the worst possible way. When we got to the motel and I was getting ready for bed and had taken off my pants but still had my panties on, my sister announced loudly to everybody, "Yvonne doo dood in her pants!" Yep, I'm afraid I had pooped and made most of the seat of my panties brown! I was petrified for fear I'd done something that one just didn't do in that stste!