body parts

My aunt had a 3/4 gold crown on one of her front teeth, I thought it was the coolest thing ever, and i asked my dad how i could get a gold tooth.
he said when i lost a tooth, if i didn't put my tongue in the socket it would grow in gold. It is impossible to keep a tongue out of a socket, but I once managed to do so nearly all day.
alas, I always blew it, and only years later did I find out about crowns.

we were told as children that if you kiss your elbow you will become the opposite sex. My sisters tried to kiss their elbow, but it proved impossible.

My mother used to call my behind "a paw paw" and for many years I refused to eat paw paws (papayas)

My mother told me that my skin would unravel if I stuck my finger in my bellybutton. Even though I know now that it isn't true, I won't put my finger in my bellybutton. Strange how those childhood things stick in your subconscious fears...

I used to believe that black people were made of chocolate.

The only black person I knew at the time, and until I was five years old, took care of me when my parents were at work. I thought she was the only black person that existed and that she was one of my mothers.

The first time I met another black woman I said, "I have a chocolate mom like you."

My children are 4 and they have a bit of a speach problem , well me and my hubby have tryed to teach them there body parts and they have about got it all. But one day they (twins) came up to me and asked me what were my boobs called and why they didnt have them!! Well i told them mommys have them not boys that the are boys they have nipples!! Now they tell everyone they have pickels and mommy has cucumbers!!!

I used to believe that when you grew up, your teeth somehow, magically, could be
removed at will. With two parents and several others in my life who wore dentures,
it just made sense!

This is so sad: When I had just turned five, we went shopping and I saw the first African-American people I had ever seen. I thought that they had some sort of disease to look that way. I feared that if I came near them I would catch the disease.

When I was a small, unscrubbed child I thought the black dirt in my belly button was left over umbilical cord from my birth.

Whenever I got a sliver I always freaked out and made my mom get it out right away. She was shocked to find out that the reason was that I was convinced that if the wood stayed in there a tree would grow out of my hand.

When I was about eight I had short unruly hair. I believed that you had to be catholic to have long hair like my friend Christy. I think maybe my mother toldme that so I wouldn't want to grow my hair because it was a bush.

When i was about 3 or 4 i thought if you pushed your belly button,you exploded.For years i was scared when i was washing that if i accidently pushed it i'd explode and mum would go mad with me

I used to believe that if I read all night in the dark (with very little light) that my eyes would get used to it and I would eventually get natural night vision, like cats. Needless to say I am now an English major with 20/400 vision.

My sister always liked to tell me tails but being five years younger I would always believe her. She once told me that if you pick off a freckle you will bleed to death, that there wasn't anything that could help you and it could never, ever be closed up ... it would be a gruesome death for sure.

I used to believe that if you saved the bits of crud that collected in your eyes overnight instead of wiping them away, they would eventually grow into a whole new eyeball.

Every day I would leave the 'sleep' in the corner of my eye until I got to school where I would hide it behind a door. I was hoping that eventually I would grow an army of eyeballs there.

I used to believe that my left hand was my "good" hand and my right hand was my "bad" hand. (I mean morally, not in terms of dominant-handedness.) I think this came from the Bible verse that says something like, "Don't let your left hand know what your right hand is doing." I would feel sorry for my left hand and try to treat it well, but my right hand was always trying to get away with stuff, so I had to be stern with it. I think I had issues as a child...