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I have a friend named Stacy, and she's black. When she was growing up she noticed a correlation between the color of her skin and the color of her poop- to a younger kid, it made lots of sense that the correlation extended to everyone. Hence, for years she was under the impression that black people pooped brown poop and white people pooped white poop.
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 use believe that when someone went to the bathroom on a plane, when they whould flush the toilet that there buisness whould come out of the plane and go on fields.
When I was about 5, I thought that everyone had different coloured poo and that I had badluck for having brown poo.
i used to believe that people's buttocks were plump because of the poo filled in it
As a child, I believed that, when I grew into a lady, I would quit having to poopoo. Now I'm almost 30 and still poopooing!
When I was 9 years old I used to wonder why when I went to the bathroom in a public place, noone else really was there. For some odd reason I believed that everybody had to go to the bathroom at the same time.
Every time i would go to the washroom i would have to take off my shirt as well as my pants in case something got on them...i believed everyone did this until about grade 4!
When I was a child, my sister once told me that that only reason why I ever had to poop was because I'd been a naughty little girl, and if ever I quit being naughty, I'd quit pooping. To this very day, I never poop without finding myself working at telling myself that I'm not really doing anything naughty.
Im from Tennessee and i grew up around a bunch of rednecks so i thought that southern people were the only ones who went #2 cause northern people were to classy. This also included cheerleaders and the President.
Until I tried it in 3rd grade, my parents told me that if I ate paper my poop would come out in packages.
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.
When I was little i had a really bad habit of looking through the crack underneath the door when someone was going to the bathroom.. not being nasty or anything.. i was just little and wanted to "talk" to them.. Once when I was about 3 I did this to my papa and was shocked to see that his feet were pointed the wrong way to pee!! I informed him of this, but as the day went on .. I came to the conclusion, that when you get old it's really hard for you to sit down and get back ((i mean it was for my grandparents..i witnessed it all the time!!)) so when it came time to use the bathroom.. you just stood up to go pee that way it wouldn't take a long to get back up..
my poor mom had to explain otherwise to me when we got home that nite and she discovered me in the bathroom attempting to pee the way "papa and granny do's it"!!
When I was little, I was disappointed to see that my pee was yellow. I thought pee came in different colors and I wanted a different color.
I used to believe that white people had white poo.
When I was about 11, my neighbor told me a story about a parrot that sits hidden inside your toilet, and when you are going to the bathroom it will come up and bite your rear, so I never sat down on the toilet, i squated until one day I was so tired that I forgot to squat and I just sat down, and nothing happened. I wasn't scared anymore!
When I was around 5 or 6 I used to believe that females could poop standing up because they had to sit down when they peed.
When I was about 5 I saw something on a public television show about jaundice. My mom told me that people turned yellow when they couldn't pee! (Apparently she didn't want to discuss kidney failure... go figure.)
Then I got that mixed up with another show about the Masai people and how they drink cow blood and urine (that's what I heard at the time, anyway). Somehow, I believed that if you peed, got any urine on your hands while cleaning up, forgot to wash your hands and then ate something, then the urine would get in your mouth, you would turn yellow, and die.
My parents took me to the doctor to try to sort out why I had a rash on my hands from washing them over and over (at least 30 times a day). When they told me to stop washing my hands so much, I thought they were trying to kill me with my own urine.
I thought that robots had to poop
My mum told me as a small child that it was bad to hold it in when I needed a wee, because this was how you got worms. Presumably her intention was to get me to go to the loo before long trips, etc, but it has resulted in an eternal guilty feeling when needing the toilet, that A-level Biology and a degree in Biochemisty has not managed to dispell. My mother, of course, denies all knowledge of this....