body parts

My friend used to believe that when a woman was pregnant, when it was time for the baby to come out, she just pressed her belly button and the baby just popped out!

my big toe is about the length of my big toenail longer than the rest of my toes..I first noticed this when I was three and when I asked my mom why it was different she told me that I wasn't born with my two big toes and that they used monkies toes for mine. I cried for about a week and after that I didn't like to change my socks because I would have to look at my monkey-feet

My dad once told me that if I didnt wash my bellybutton my ears would fall off ( I didnt know I was supposed to wash the inside of my belly button! ) So I cried and rubbed my bellybutton raw with soap until my brother told me he was lying!

when i was little id be sittin on the arm of our loveseat facing the tv, looking at all the girls and wishing i was as pretty as them. i would ask god why i couldnt be like them. one of the main reasons i was so frustrated with myself was becuz i wanted no bangs like all the pretty highshcool girls did. i thought that you were either born with bangs or without..i didnt realized that they could be grown out. i thought i was an unfortunate one :(

when i was little i had always been a little bit ancy around black people (no offense i was just little; im not prejudice)well one day my mom really wanted to know why i didnt want to go to talk to this girl in my religion class. i finally spilled the beans and cried to my mom that i was afraid of black peoples' purple tongues! i kept asking why they werent like our tongues and all she could do was laugh at me. then i came home and when i was on the phone with my dad i asked him that same question and he told me the truth. i still found it a bit of a mystery though...(until i actually saw that their tongues werent really purple!)

I used to believe that when somebody had a baby it came out through one's bellybutton.

When I was little, my father told me that our bones are replaced every seven years (meaning that old bone is broken down and new bone grows, all the time). I took it literally and spent two years very worried that on my seventh birthday I would have to go see the doctor and get my bones replaced.

One time when I was about 3 or 4 i was running around the house and triped and fell on a corner of a glass coffee table and it went right into my belly button. So it started bleeding like heck and i was so scared, i thaught the belly button was the hole of evil since fuzz from hell showed up there. I started screaming and crying and saying "oh god help me, Please forgive me for my sins!" everyone came running to see me shirtless staring at my tummy, i finnaly got the guts to tell my mom I wasnt going to be alive tommorow morning, for the devil had gotten me. I laid down and closed my eyes, if i was gonna die it would be a dramatic death. But then i found the antidote to stop death when the devil curses you and makes you fall on the coffe table and stab your belly button, Sunkist Orange Soda. At first I was screaming something about the soda squirting out of my belly button because of the hole there, but I realized soda must have belly button glue in it. Untill i was 9 I belived that i you drank orange soda your belly button will be strong.

Sometimes I got words mixed up if I heard them at separate times. Once the door got left open and my grandma said a draft flew in.
Another time my sister had a red spot on her neck that was itching and my grandma said it must have been her gland.
I thought "gland" was the word she had used when she really said "draft" earlier, so I got the impression that a "gland" was something that invisibly flew in the door and attatched itself to your skin and caused a rash.

I used to have very bad lips, like very dry. My mum once said that if I licked them it would make them more dry, which I thought was stupid because obviously if you lick them it makes them more wet at the time. I didn't realise she was talking about the long term affects.

You know when you're little and you play in the yard and the bottoms of your feet turn black? One time when I came in the house after playing all day my mom saw the bottoms of my feet and told me I was turning black (I'm white) I belived her and thought I was really changing skin colors. I was scared none of my friends at school would know who I was after I changed.

After I seen a movie there was the part that I hated the most. It was where a scary looking girl had hair over her face (kinda like Cuz it) and then she would part her hair so you could see the eye and then she would kill you...to this day I never look at myself when I part my hair because it reminds me of the scene of the movie.

when I was about 3 my mom had to keep a very good eye on me in public. Because if I saw a black person (I'm white) I would try to lick them, I thought they were made of chocolate!! I can remember the horrified look on some young boys face when my mom practically had to drag me away from him with my tongue out as far as I could get it, screaming "I just want one lick mommy!!!"

When my mom was a kid, my grandma told her not to share hairpieces as she might catch "dandruff". "Dandruff" was my granny's word for lice, so my mom and 11 of her other syblings used to believe that dandruff was contagious. Even when my mom was older and knew that dandruff-covered hair things couldn't make your scalp flake, dear old Grandmother was contradicting logic with weirdness.

I was born with carpenters thumbs which are thumbs that basically look a lot like toes. So when I was little and asked my mom why my thumbs looked like my toes she replied by telling me "You were born with 6 toes on each foot and no thumbs, so the doctors decided to removed the extra toes and attach them to your hands so your life could be more normal." It scared me, but now that I know it's not true I can con other people into believing it. And they do!! :P

I used to think that guys lost their hair because they would eventually become a mirror.