my mother always told my brother his brain was in his big toe. after he accidently stubbed his toe (badly) when he was 5, he came running in to mum telling her he had brain damage.
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When I was young, I thought that my eyes were the eyes of everyone else. Whatever I saw, everyone else saw at the same time, so everyone relied on me to look everywhere. When I was tired in the car, I was afraid to close my eyes for fear that my Mom, driving the car, would crash!
when i was little my mom told me my big tow was for balence. I took this very literally. i fell out of the car once and when my mom saw she asked, "Jessica, did you loose you balence?" Through the tears I said, "No mom," looking down, "I still have my big toe."
When I was about 6 years old, I believed that the patterns of light and dark that I saw when I closed my eyes was God. I must have heard someone at church say something like, "God is in each of us" and figured that was where He was located.
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I used to believe i had a ceamera in my head. To snap a picture you would have to blink two quickly. To advance the film you would scatch the back of your head a few times.
One time when I was 4 years old my parents played on a soft-ball team. I remember that this guy was injured and people helped him into our van and my dad drove him to the hospital.
When dad came back to take us home I was very afraid to get in the back of the van. There was a red blob in the back bigger than my fist. When my mom asked what was scaring me. I said "guts". I didn't know what "guts" looked like but for sure I believed that the blob in the back of the van was the injured player's "guts".
They were just a pair of socks rolled into a ball... but I believed they were "guts".
If ever I touched one of my eyes, even through my eyelids, I used to then touch the other one, exerting exactly the same pressure, to "level them up"!! I had this weird notion that they were joined behind my face and used to lie awake worrying that if I pressed one eye too much, it would disappear into my head and the other would 'pop out' - no, I have no idea where this came from either.....!
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That if you pulled a funny face and the wind changed, you would stop like that. Strange child that I was, I spent many hours trying. Sadly it worked!
This one is my mothers really. Her grandpa used to tell her that if she unscrewed her belly button her arms and legs would fall off. That's one of those that was so graciously past down to me. I had forgotten all about until today. I'll have to tell my daughter tommorow!
I remember when my aunt told my sister that rubbing bruises help it heal. But I didn't hear it so I asked my sister what Aunt said, my sis told me that I have to rub my bruises really hard and if I didn't, sharp pointed bone-like things would pop up out from my skin when it rained. So for a couple of years I believed this and whenever I got a bruise I kept rubbing it.
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When I was a child,I believed that if I buried my top baby teeth under the ground,and threw my bottom baby teeth onto the roof,new teeth would grow in my mouth.
When I was a child, I believe that one of my tooth fell out, I put it under the pillow and a mouse called "perez" would come and exchange my tooth for some money.
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I used to think that the shoulder blades were actually "back breasts".
My uncle Tony has this skin defect called Vitiligio or sumthin, and it makes some of your skin go a different color to the rest of it. Well he had it on his face, so his face was white, but from the neck down he was tanned. One day my brother asked him why his head was a different color and he told him that it was because his original head had fallen off and they couldnt find a new head the same color so they gave him that one instead. Well my brother believed that until he was 13, when he asked our mom about it. Lets just say she hasnt laughed that hard sin
My son told me the other day he used to have this thing about ears. Seems he used to think ears were a family trait (like a birthmark passed down). He thought it was something only our family had. Then he started to notice other people had ears too. He thought they were our relatives too.
when i was younger i used to mess with my belly button all the time because i didnt have a innie or outie my belly button was level with my stomach & my father us to tell that the belly button kept me alive in my mothers stomachwhen i was a baby& if i keep messing with it i would die .he never explain why it kept me alive. so up to this day i am terrified of people messing with my belly button
When I was in the first grade I was told that wearing rubber galoshes in school was bad for your eyesight, and I believed it. (I'm still not sure it isn't true.)
Sadly to this day I won't let anyone poke my belly button in fear of them poking into my stomache.
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I used to think that babies were made when you press your mums belly button.
Then a baby would fall out
Like several others here, I used to believe that what I saw as, for example, purple, might be unique to me. that perhaps colors were a unique experience to each individual, and that this was responsible for the great disparity in each individual's favorite color. What I find amazing is that I read an article only a year or two ago (it's 2003 now - in case this site stays up for a while) that indicates that while the phenomenon may not be as extreme as I (we?) believed, differences in an individuals optic cones actually DO lead to differences in perceived colors.