body parts

I used to believe…

light-skinned girls had special powers.

when we were driving through the woods(i lived in the woods), in the hot hot summers-the windows always open...i used to roll up my window all the way so the ticks didn't come fly in and get me--after all i had dark hair, and ticks loved dark hair?

Once when I was little i got this big gash in my foot. Later I was picking the scab and I found a blood clot. Imagine my mother's scrprise when I frantically started sceaming that there were worms living in my foot!

i used to belive that if i covered my eyes or closed them that knowone could see me and i used to say "if you cant see me i cant see you" i dont really know why i believed it but i used to do it all the time in my car and while playing hide and seek!

When I was younger, I used to have a lot of freckles on my face. One time, my dad told me that freckles were what happened when cows came into your room at night while you were sleeping and farted on your face. I couldn't sleep for a week.

When I was little I had white blonde hair, and was very, very pale, but I thought Jayne Kennedy was the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted to look just like her. I saw AfroSheen commercials on TV during Soul Train, and I came to believe that if my mom would buy me some, I'd come out looking just like Jayne.

I used to believe that if you cut a piece of a persons hair you could torcher them like a voodoo doll

When I was little, I was horrified to find that I had hair above my eyes. Me, being the overdramatic one I am, didn't take time to notice that everyone else did and took drastic measures. I found my dad's razor and shaved them off. My mom couldn't stop laughing, and I still think it has something to do with the odd thickness and shape of my eyebrows now.

I used to have a ton of Cabbage Patch dolls when I was little. They always had that signature on their butt. One day, when I was about 3 or 4, I was up in my room, looking in a mirror, trying to find the signature on my butt. I didn't find it and I was really disappointed. I found out years later that my mom saw me doing it, and she still won't stop telling people about it.

My Pop-pop has always been a troublemaker and a comedian in the family. I still remember he told me that if I unbuttoned my belly button, all of my guts would spill out. I was so scared to ever touch my belly button for a long time.

I used to think that everyone sees colors differently, but calls them they same thing. For example, what I see as blue may look green to someone else, but we all call it blue because that's how we learned it.

Then, a few years later, I learned about light waves and frequencies and all that fun stuff.

But I still think my theory is cooler.

After we learned about the human anatomy in like 3rd grade, I thought that it was your lungs that made your heart pump. So I figured, when you stopped breathing, your lungs stopped pumping your heart, and that's how you died.

I used to think there were little men in white coats that controled my body. Like they were these little guys running around in my brain and my eyes were these huge windows so they could look out of, and my arms and legs and other functions were controled by levers and buttons. I finally learned the truth in like 2nd grade when we learned about the human body.

Yes, I was under the impression that it would be possible to undo your belly button and see your insides. After much experimentation with trying to look inside my own belly button, I gave up.

I used to believe that a mustache was just very long nosehair. I was disgusted when I read a book that said, "Santa stroked his long, curly, mustache." I thought that touching a mustache was grosser than picking your nose!

I used to have this strange belief that your heart, while beating, also swung freely on a rope in your chest cavity, like a pendulum in a grandfather clock. I thought that if you were ever stabbed in the chest, the knife would stop the swinging, and you would die...I didn't ever stop to think about the blood-loss.