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Until the age of 10, I was terrified of peeing out my intestines.
i used to think that poop was like little chicken nuggets that would sit and wait and then parachute out of you butt.
I used to think my poo-poo was play-doh, and my Mum used to go mad at me when I would bring the models I had made for her.
My little syster (3 years old at the time) used to believe that little boys have a little finger from which the pee comes out...
when i was little i thought that poos had feelings and that it was cruel to drown them in toilet water! how silly of me!
A girl I knew in the fifth grade told me something that I believed for a long time. Think about it. Once being told this, one would have few occaasions to hear it refuted. What she told me was that girls have only one kind of feeling telling them when they need to "go to the bathroom". So therefore, she told me, girls never know in advance whether they have to do "number one" or "number two", or both. They have to look in the potty to see what came out, in order to know what they did, so the story went.
I used to think that green poop ment you were an alien.
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......
when i was in kindergarten i used to believe that girls donīt wee..because everytime i saw a girl on toilet she was in the same position as i was when pooing... so i thought that girls just poo and never wee...
When I was younger I didn't realize that women had three different holes. I just figured that you had one hole that open and closed at intervals depending on your need. I believed this until 5th grade, and after learning the truth I was disgusted that I could have ever thought otherwise..
As a child I heard that my Aunt Lydia was inclined to have "accidents". At first I was puzzled as to what that meant. But eventually I learned her "accidents" were "number two" accidents, in other words, pooping in her pants. I'd been so indoctrinated as to some things being "naughty", that I thought that there was something more innocent and pure about Aunt Lydia than about some of us. Doing something "naughty" by accident was surely more innocent than doing it on purpose. Since my own poops, for example, weren't accidents, I thought that made me naughtier than Aunt Lydia. I sometimes envied her, wishing I pooped only by accident, and never on purpose, so I could be more pure and innocent.
I ate that old Ninja Turtles cereal that they used to sell, and one day, my feces was green. (This is disgusting, I know. Hahahha.) So I thought that I was on my way to becoming a Ninja Turtle and named myself "Michaelangelo the second." I got my Mum to buy me a costume and everything.
One day when I was still pretty young, my mom's friend brought her two sons over to my house to play. I was walking down the hallway and saw one boy in the bathroom peeing. He was holding something in his hand, and the only logical conclusion I could draw was that he unrolled his belly button (he had an outie) and that was how boys pee'd. I was pretty glad I didn't pee from my belly button!
When I was a little kid I used to think that poop was like stalactites and stalagmites inside your butt. Little tiny people that lived in your butt would come and chop them off with axes, causing you to have to go poop. Occasionally, one would be carried away with the poop and be flushed down the toilet, making me very sad.
I believed for YEARS that if i peed while i was in a swimming pool a purple circle would appear around me and everyone would know I'd done it.
When I was little, ( i dont know how old for sure) but my mom told me that my dad used to work in a sewer plant. I thought that he worked at this building with orange tubes sticking out of the ceiling. Well I thought that whenever someone pooped it would go down the toilet pipes and down the orange tubes into an orange bucket. Once it got there i thought it was my dads job to pick out the corn chunks and all that stuff in there. I just barely realized thats not how it works and i am now 12. wow. lol : )
my sister used to believe that you couldn't pee and poo at the same time, so she would hold her pee in until she was done pooping, then wipe and flush and then try to pee...she ended up with bladder infections from holding it in all the time.
My sister believed me that if you held in your poo long enough it would come out your mouth. Woe the day my mother said I was constipated....
I used to think the reason our pee was yellow was because gnomes lived inside us stirring in pinesol inside of a big cauldron.
A friend I met at University (ie he was 18! believed that you stored poo in your buttocks, and that after you went to the bathroom your bum was smaller. Hi Jim!