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until the age of seven I believed that blind people could only see the colour yellow, and that is why guided tour paths in wildlife parks, zoos etc. were painted yellow, on the floor, thanks to the comments of a primary school teacher. I later worked out that blind people cant see anything regardless of colour.

When I was younger, my Uncle was, and is still, extremely fat. When we would ask him why his stomach stuck out so much, he would say there was an alien living inside of it.

I used to believe the bones in my arms were snakes.

I scraped open my knee one day. My father used iodine to clean it which as you all know burns like hell. So to make me brave my Dad told me that the pain I was feeling was the healing of my wound. Little did he know that I would then become obsessed with ripping the crust off of every wound I had for years since this in my mind sped up the healing process.

when i was a kid i used to think that people saw things in different colours... what I call orange may be different than what you'd call orange.. maybe what I call orange you call blue.. This was my only explination as to why everyone's favourite colour wasnt purple: we just called the same colour different things.

I was informed by my mother when i was young that if I scrubbed my belly button too hard in the bath, it would 'untie''. Until about the age of 12 I was wary of this situation.

I used to believe that at the tops of my nostrils (inside my nose) there was a man who would go back and forth to each nostril. He had like clothes and a beard and everything. He had a shovel and would dig for buggers and mucus behind my nose and pour it into each nostril like he was mining coal or shoveling snow.

Until I was at least 14, I thought that men who were going bald but still had hair around the outside of their head shaved the middle part because they liked how it looked.

I used to believe that my grandma took her eyes out every night and put them on the nightstand. In the morning she would put them back in. I was convinced because one morning I asked my mom if I needed to wake up grandma and she told me, ""Oh, she's awake, she's just putting in her eyes."

Apparently that phrase meant glasses.

I use to believe that everyone saw things differently, as in, if i saw something yellow someone else was seeing it in green.

I used to believe that young boys grow hair in their mouth when they get older and their voices start to lower.

Because in the Dutch language we call that "to get a beard in your throat". I checked it with my cousin but I couldn't see any hair growing in the back of his mouth...

I was nine when I started getting boobs...one day out of the blue i finally noticed them (wasnt very observant) and I started crying and freaking out. My cousin who is one year older then me found me and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was getting boobs and therefore, would never be able to sleep on my stomach again, because if I did it would be painful. She then explained to me that her mom slept on her stomach all the time. I then got so excited that I decided to do a bellyflop on the bed in celebration....NEVER AGAIN! -_-

I used to believe the blue veins in my wrists was marker, so I would always scrub really hard to get them off when I washed my hands.

When I was little i shaved my legs (I was a hairy child). I used Nair, the cream that makes the hair fall off, my mom told me never to use it on my arms. I was fully convinced if i did, i would get sick and die. I finally got over it at 14

When I was little my grandmother told me that when I lost my baby teeth they would be gone forever and I would have to walk around toothless for the rest of my life. I'm told I was extremely distraught over this and balled my eyes out.

When I was around the age of 5 or 6, I began to wonder what would happen if your head was cut off. I had no idea what was inside. I knew it would be red, but I was unsure of the consistency--gooey, runny, or something more along the lines of the inside of a watermelon (which was my best guess at the time). I was very curious, so I asked my mom, but she was shocked and disgusted and refused to discuss it with her young daughter. I spent many years pondering this every once in awhile, but somehow eventually figured it out (not through my own experiments!).