body parts

When I was around 7 years old, I asked my mother what the Belly button is for. She told me "that's where the chord connects from a mother to her baby before it's born." I replied "But *I'm* never gonna have a baby? Why do I have one?" My mother didn't understand my question, and I started believing she didn't know what she was talking about.

Apparently, I believed that was the place the chord would eventually form, from the inside out.

My mother used to say, when we did something physically dangerous, "Stop that, or you'll break your neck." Since breaking things (like a toy) usually meant a part was completely separated from the rest, I pictured someone with a broken neck as having his head broken off. (Which puzzled me even more when I overheard the grown-ups talking about someone who was recuperating from a broken neck, since I figured no one could live after having their head broken off.)

I assumed the same principle applied to broken arms and legs; I was much relieved when a boy in school broke his arm and I saw that he hadn't become a one-armed boy.

When I was little, I used to believe that underneath our skins, we were all just swimming with blood, like a big sack. If you got a cut, you'd bleed because were leaking. I found out about blood vessels in school and was a bit confused at first. Then we got to the capillaries.

I was told by a schoolfellow once that if you scratched yourself one hundred times in the same place, you would have a permanent scar. I considered trying it--but at the time, "one hundred" seemed like such a high number that I didn't believe I could keep it up that long. (Probably I was just too chicken, though.)

When I was little, my parents once told me that I caused the bald spot on my dad's head. They said that I rubbed the hair off with my chin when I would ride up on his shoulders.
It would be years before it even dawned on me that they had been pulling my leg.

I used to believe…

for quite few years I believed my Dad had swapped feet with my Grandad. An uncle pursuaded me that this was true when I was about 3 years old, after I'd seen my Grandad wearing my dad's shoes.

Until I was like 15, I thought that if you worked out and got really muscular, all your body hair would fall off, because every well-built person I ever saw had no body hair. It never occured to me that they waxed/shaved it off.

I have a birthmark on my leg, which kids would say looked like different things in grade school. I thought it was roughly in the shape of the outer outline of a paper clip and wondered what made it that specific shape. One night I dreamt that it would change shape on its own, but that I could also change its shape by putting a sticker on it and then taking it off; the birthmark would then take the shape of the sticker's silhouette. So at one point I put on a sticker that was, of course, of a paper clip, and kept it on for a long time so that the shape eventually became permanent. I believed the dream was real after I woke up, and I also thought that I could still change my birthmark's shape by placing stickers on it. The only reason that it didn't work so well was because I couldn't keep any of them on long enough (the sticker either fell off or I had to take a bath).

When I was little, my uncle told me that his belly button was a scar from where he got shot in the war (WWII). I have no idea why I never realized that I had a remarkably similar "scar."

Well you know the squiggly lines and things on the roof of your mouth? Well, I always thought they said something, so I always tried to move my tongue on them, trying to figure what the lines said. I did this for a few years and I even used a mirror sometimes to see, but I did this rarely because I knew that mirrors produce a reverse image. I'm fourteen now and sometimes I still try to see wat they say...or look like, at least.

When I watched a horror movie on HBO as a kid (namely Alien or The Evil), my stomach was very knotted. I figured that it was because my stomach could view the movie as well, so I would stand behind a chair to shield my stomach from the horrible scenes.

when i was a little girl i had a really bad habit. i would take the eraser side of a pencil and stick it deep into my belly button and twirl it around. one day my dad caught me and told me that if i kept doing that my bellybutton would unravel and my innards would fall out. i didn't believe him though, and until this day i still have a major fetish for bellybuttons. i even try popping my innie into an outie!

When I was in seventh grade I was made fun of constantly because my feet were so ugly. I had been a dancer so my toes were pretty mangled and they were always turning purple. After a while I got sick of all the questions, so I told everyone that when I was born, the umbilical cord got caught aroung my ankles and cut-off the circulation. Unfortunatly, they had to amputate both of my feet. Luckily though, they were able to replace them with baboon feet. It was the first transplant of it's kind. I had people coming up to me for years, asking me if I really had baboon feet!

when I was little my sister told me that if I played with my belly button, and put thing's in it I would die. Boy was I a dope head!!!!

This happened on the first warm spring day a couple years back, after a long winter of always having at least socks on his feet. My 2 1/2-year-old son was running around bare foot and suddenly looked down at his feet and said, "Mom, I've got finger nails on my toes!"

When on holiday one year I saw a black person on the beach and remarked to my mother "Look, they're black all over!"

Some how I'd thought they just had black hands and faces.

Up until I was six or seven, I had the most protruding "outie" that my family had even seen. My aunt constantly teased me about it, swearing that she was going to cut it off and make an "innie." I was so scared that she was telling the truth, that I never went in the kitchen when she was cooking with knives.