My belly button is more like a hole. When I was a kid, I used to believe that as we grow up, all the new skin comes out of the belly button, like an whirlpool going backwards. I had to keep it clear of lint at all times, otherwise the new skin would have trouble coming out.
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i was told that if you fiddled with your belly-button too much, my bum would fall off.
It's not so much that I used to believe, but I used to imagine that when I had an itchy back, the itch itself was like those covered wagons you see in cowboy movies, and that the hand that scratched the itch was like Indians, and my back was the prairie that the Indians chased the covered wagons over!
When I was young, my Dad used to tell me that eating vegetables or sardines would put hair on my chest. Needless to say I stopped believing that after puberty...
When I lost a tooth my grandpa told me that I would grow a gold tooth if I never touch my tounge to the empty space where my tooth had fallen out! I use to drive myself crazy!
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I used to think black people were black because their ancestors in Africa turned black because it was so hot there.
When I was 11, I was into soul music.When I visited my aunt and cousins, I bought an afrocomb (I'm white with straight hair) and thought if I combed my hair, I would have an afro.
P.S. I watched Good Times on my visit and kept saying, "Right on!" with my fist in the air.
When I was little, I thought that because my mom used Oil of Olay lotion on her skin to get rid of her wrinkles, that that meant she was going to die. In reality, she was 27 years old. What was I thinking??
I used to believe that if I picked in my belly button it would open up.
As long as I can remember my left eye has been very bad (20-200) and when I
was little, I use to think I could see through my hand. Putting may hand over my eye (right), I could still see a fuzzy image,-- my conclusion, a person couldn't expect to see a normal image looking throught your own hand.
my mum used to tell my sister and i that if we went to be with wet hair we'd get lockjaw. i'm still not quite sure what lockjaw is, but i stopped believing her when i was about 15. i think my sister still refuses to wash her hair before going to bed...
I used to believe that kids with dark skin were just extra dirty and needed to be scrubbed better.
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I used to believe that if someone pulled on your arms or legs too hard they would just pop right off! This happened to my baby dolls a lot!
I had a Grandpa with false teeth who would take them out and cajole me into trying to remove my own. I didn't figure out how he did this "magic" trick until I was about 10.
My four year old son came home from preschool and told me "did you know Miss Gail's Aunt has no meat on her bones?" He was shocked. Apparently he had overheard her telling someone how thin her Aunt was. I explained it was just an expression, but I'm not really sure what he thought about it.
A friend of the family had a gold tooth. I asked her how she got it. She said that when your tooth falls out, if you don't stick your tongue in the hole, your new tooth will be gold. Shortly after that, I lost my first tooth. I was very vigilant about not sticking my tongue in the hole where my tooth had been. But one day, without thinking, I stuck my tongue in the tooth hole. I was so disappointed knowing that now, I would never have a gold tooth.
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I used to believe, the little round bandaids, were to cover bullett holes.
When I was very little I thought that tattoos were blue dots and everyone had one, like a birthmark. As a teenager my mother attempted to give herself a homemade tattoo. My grandmother caught her before she was able to do more than a little blue dot on her thigh. As a result of my belief I would go around asking people where their tattoos are.
When I was three I knew that "brains" were what made you smart and made you think, but I did not know WHAT they were. I thought they were special strands of your hair and I was afraid to have my hair cut because I did not want them cutting my brains short! *LOL*
This is a belief that a friend of mine had right up into her early twenties. We were talking about how little lizards or as we call them in Australia "Gecko's" can loose or let go of their tails if something grabs them by it and then grow another tail. I said wouldnt it be good if scientists could work out how they did it and somehow humans could do the same thing if we lost an arm or a leg, my friend burst out with "but I thought that we could grow back our arms or legs if they got cut off" no wonder everyone called her dilly Lee.