When I was a child, I knew that I ran faster with my head down and my eyes closed. This belief (which was really a visceral reality) eventually led to my veering off-course during an indoor race with a friend and splitting my head open like a cocoanut when I was about 4. The scar still looks great, however, all of 30 years later.
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I used to think that the belly button was where babies came out of
i used to beleive you had to wear socks or your shoes would eat your feet.
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around the age of 5 or 6 i became paranoid about my eyes. i thought that if i ever touched them, even by accident, like rubbing an itch, than my eyes would fall into my head and i would never get them back.
when i was like 3 or 4 i used to think that if u poked your belly button hard enough that it would open up and your insides would pour out, so i tried not to touch it.
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When I was 'bout 4, I used to believe that
people with mullets were "in- betweeners" as in not boy nor gurl.
Up until this year (im 17) i used to think that a baby was connected to the moms belly button, from the umbilical cord just to the belly button. I always wondered how they got food and oxygen. Thanks to medical school I know its not true!
When I was younger, I heard my mother and my aunt talking about pubic hair and the best way to trim it. I over heard my aunt say how much hair had grown back in the last couple weeks. It was my belief for years after wards that if you trimmed your pubic hair, God would punish you by making it into the size of a bush. That way you couldn't get into your pants and everyone knew what you did.
When I was seven, one of my friends had only one arm (she was born this way). I used to believe that there must be some way - magic or medicine - to make her other arm grow normal overnight.
my little cousin used to think that my sister had to wear braces, or else her teeth would fall out!
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i have a swirly outie belly button. when i was little, i believed it was actually a small snail which lived on my tummy.
When I was a little kid, my dad's beard had hairs that were several shades of brown, as well as some dark blond. I couldn't figure out what color it really was and somehow decided that it was green. Whenever we drew pictures of our families in kindergarten, I would always draw my dad with a green beard.
For some unknown reason, I went through a phase as a very small child during which I thought there was a disease that made it impossible to separate your hands from each other after clasping them together.
My friend recalled this childhood trauma:
One evening, after her bath, my friend noticed something in the mirror. She screamed and cried, and when her mother came in to see what the matter was, she exclaimed that her bottom was broken. I imagine it was difficult for her mother (through the hysterical laughter) to explain to her what a butt crack was.
I use to believe that a birthday suit was a actual suit and when my sis looked into the upstairs window she said it looks like Rich is in his birthday suit and then i said i want to see his birthday suit. Man that would of ruined my life! lmao
When I was little, I believed the tangles in your hair were called Peeps and when my mom brushed my hair she would tell me she could see all the Peeps picking up there furniture and moving out of my hair. Now, looking back on it, I'm kinda afraid that was her way of telling me I had lice.
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When I was little I thought that you breathed through your belly button. I never let my belly button go under water in the bath.
My family is African-Amerian, and we lived in a place where we were the minority. One day my little sister came home from camp and asked, "When is my skin gonna turn white like the other girls?" We weren't quite sure how to answer the question.
When I was a kid my parents told me that if someone stepped over you, then you wouldn't grow. So every time someone did that to me, I would yell at them and say "STEP BACK OVER! C'MON, I WON'T GROW IF YOU DON'T!" I'm really tall now, like 6' 3". Guess it wasn't true after all.
my mother would say to me when i was little, and either crying up a storm or making a face at my little brother, 'your face is going to stay like that; you're going to get hydra-false-face.' i always that that was a real disease, not something my inventive mother made up; and to support her, when i once got wise enough to question her, my older sister showed me a pamphlet with the comedy-tragedy masks on the front and said 'this is what you'll look like'