when i was a kid my grandfather had false teeth and could pop them out of his mouth whenever he wanted to. then i had a great-uncle who would come to visit who had a wooden leg and would take it off and prop it against the wall while he was sitting. i believed we all had removeable parts and spent tons of time trying to pull out my teeth or pop off limbs and digits - all to no avail!
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when asked if he would like to grow a beard when he grew up my little brother answered "I wont be able to grow a beard because I'm not going to smoke"(???)
MY ex-girlfriend used to play with her belly button when she was younger...her mother told her that if u play with ur belly button ur bum will drop off. She still believes it to this day, you cant put ur finger near her belly with out her freaking out!
I thought your soul was an organ that looked like your appendix. I thought it was located on the left side of your body,because somebody told me your appendix was on the right.
When I was very small,I thought that brains were three Duracell batteries stacked on top of each other(in a pyramid shape).If I remember correctly,I learned otherwise when my mother said something about someone having "lots of brains" and I asked how all the batteries fit.I think she and my grandmother laughed at me...
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i used to believe that an 'in-growing' toenail would actually grow backwards into the toe and disappear into nothing.
I used to think I was black because I went to the pool a lot and had a tan.
My mother told me that if I coughed too hard my lungs would flop out. So you must put your hand in front of your mouth to stop them otherwise they won't go back in again.
i used to think if i unscrewed my belly button my ass wud fall off
My father told me when I was quite young (2-3) that the bellybutton was connected to the tongue. I used to stick my finger in his bellybutton and his tongue would come out. When it didn't work on me, he said that it was a thing you grew into.
As a child I used to believe that niples were zits. And every time I saw a men without a t-shirt( since we lived in the place where it was quite hot during summer-there were a lot of people without ant t-shirts) I would be just grossed out. Boy I was frightened when I found out I had those too.
Quizing my uncle on how he to grow a beard he explained the art he said you had to rub salt into your face, and laya bowl of water by yoyur bed and pretend to be asleep. Once the hairs knew you were asleep, dehydrated from the salt they emerged to get the water, when this happened you had to to tie the hairs in knots as quickly as possible and voila
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My brother used to believe that black kids where very lucky cause he thought that they got chocolate milk from there moms breasts.......
When I was a kid I used to play with my belly button all the time. Until the day my mum told me that if I kept playing with it, I would undo it and my arse would fall off.
My dad always told me that eating black pepper would "put hair on my chest." He sure had lots of it, and since the pepper looked enough like hair seeds I had no trouble believing it. So throughout my youth I sprinkled every appropriate food quite liberally with the stuff. Well, guess what--the mirror tells me now that I might have overdone it. DAD--You didn't say anything about my back and bum!
When playing Hide and Seek with my grandparents, I had the understanding that if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see me either.
- So there I sat under the table, covering my eyes with my hands. Ingenious!
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I used to think that eyelash curlers were eyeball removers. I thought it was gross but cool that people could change the color of their eyes when they wanted.
When my sister was very young, she had the idea that she could, with the help of a pencil, push a cotton ball in one ear and out the other. It of course became lodged tight and after my Ma's valiant efforts to extract it with a Shop-Vac, finally gave in and took her to the ER.
When I was about 8 or so, I heard that sharp blows to the head caused memory loss and possilbly brain damage. I would sit and whack myself in the head with sticks and fists and then ask myself a set of questions... what's your name, where so you live etc. and try figure out what I'd forgotten. What crucial information for my later development was contained in those vital brain cells we shall never know.
i used to believe that if i unscrewed my belly button my but would fall off