body parts

When I was little, my mother used to tell me if I played with, or put a finger in my belly button, my bum would fall off. My mother loathes belly buttons. I also now cringe when I see them, or people touching them, funny that.

My mum used to tell me the reason I had so many knots in my hair was that fairies used to tie bits of it together and play swings with it while I was asleep! I still laugh when I think of it now.

i was told by a friend at primary school that eating the crusts on bread would make your hair curly. Because i had really curly hair i tought this to be true, so i stopped eating crusts, obviously this didn't work.

I had a very distant aunt who had a very old, faded and distorted tattoo on her arm. When I was a little kid, I used to think that the green splotch on her upper arm was actually where a bird had pooped on her and left a permanent stain.

I used to believe that if you chewed on your hair you would grow worms in your tummy... of course I only believed this because my mother insisted that it was true. Until I was in college did I realize that it was just something that she made up!

I had long hair when I was in kindergarden, and of course it is very painful with the knots in the hair. My parents would mention 'rats in my hair' etc.

So I ended up making a mouse trap in hopes to keep the rats from attacking my hair. The trap had copied the box-and-bait under it trap you see on Looney Tunes.

My parents still won't let me live it down.

When i was little my hair always got knotty. My cousin told me that it was like that because the boogie man's daughters were playing in it when i went to sleep.i was terrified! I later got back at her by telling her that the boogie man's daughters would play in her near perfect hair instead of my frizzy,curly hair.
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i used to believe that when a woman was pregnant, you had to push the belly button and the baby would just pop out!! well i didnt know what else it was there for!!

I used to believe that only males were allowed to show their belly buttons as it seemed whenever males had their shirts off it would be showing. However, girls back then hardly ever wore bikinis, never had their bellies showing, and when a girl did have a belly button showing it was a big deal. Even my female cousin used to say how lucky I was to be a boy because whenever we went swimming mine was always showing and she loved to look at it. She’d always complain how she wasn’t allowed to display hers. To further this belief, in gym we boys had to take our shirts off sometimes and had our belly buttons showing even in front of the girls, while the girls were always kept well covered in their gym outfits.

I used to believe that men had sex through a woman’s belly button and somehow that’s how she got pregnant. As such I believed that it was part of a female’s private parts.

I used to believe that my eyes worked by shooting out my sense of sight to the object, to 'see' it. Later learnt that it worked the other way round, and even later learnt that Plato shared my childhood belief, saying that rays of light shout out of the eyes to see objects.

when i was 6 my mom said some girls were sweat and some were sour so from then on I thought had candy in them so one day at school I kept folowing a girl and at the end of the day I bit her and i said really loud this taste like blood

When I was about 5 I always asked my dad how he got such a big nose. He said "when I was little I put lit firecrackers up my nose and they made my nose big," liar.

I believed my mom when she told me if u play with your belly button it would pop out witch she said has happened to her because she he's an outty belly button so I believed her and i don't play with my belly button sence then!!

Once when I was about 3, I went to my mother because something on my scalp hurt. She looked around and didn't find anything. She said "You probably just have a sore there" We live in the USA, in the northeast, so with the accent it sounded like "saw" I invisioned a tiny little wood saw with a red handle sticking halfway out of my scalp with hair like a forest all around it. I searched for that silly thing for years afterward, even after it didn't hurt anymore.

My mom told me that I should bite my new shoes so that it will be comfortable and my feet won't get blisters. Although I never do it, I think it's some what true because my husband confirmed this.