body parts

My dad and the guy next door had both lost a finger in separate accidents before I was born. I remember thinking that all men, when they reached a certain age, had one of their fingers fall off.

I used to believe that we had Duracell batteries in our rib cages.

I once asked my mom when our batteries would run out. She admitted that she was unable to answer the question.

My dad had a large scar running down his back from his waistline down. He told my brother and I he got it when he tried to pick up a heavy box without bending his knees and his back split open. It was years and years before I realized that's not how it works.

After learning that every person has a soul, I wondered where in the
body it could be located. Every body part seemed occupied. I finally
concluded that the chin was the only part without a function, so the
soul had to be housed there!

I thought I had a family of frogs in my belly...I think this belief came from the expression "frog in your throat", and I thought they must have moved down in to my tummy to live.

They liked to eat oyster crackers.

I used to believe…

someone once told me that the reason why our eyes close when we sneeze is because if we didn't, the pressure from the sneeze would cause our eyes to pop out. this always interested me, and for awhile whenever i sneezed, i would try to keep my eyes open to see if it was true. i never succeeded in doing so, and today i'm thankful that i couldn't...just in case it really is true. :D

When I was young, I got in an accident and ended up with a CT scan. My dad told me that if I wasn't careful, he'd have to get my more brain fluid at the local drug store.

For years, I believed that brain fluid was available in a glass jar at the Walgreens down the street. We baffle other children all the time with that one now.

When I was little my mother would not let me wear socks to bed. She believed it was bad for your circulation. I suffered many a winter night with cold tootsies well into early adulthood. Now my mom doesn't even remember this notion and frequently wears socks to bed, as do I.

I used to believe that my heart was in my butt. This is because when I was very little and would fall down, my great-aunt, who took care of me most of the time, would set me back on my feet, pat my behind and say, "Bless your little heart!"

I used to believe that one foot was better than the other. The sheets on my bed were always messed up in the morning because my feet had been fighting during the night trying to prove that one was better than the other.

When I was in the 7th grade my best friend told me something he had believed when he was little. He thought your Adam's apple was a little bucket on a track. Whenever you swallowed, the bucket filled up with food at the back of the mouth, went down, and dumped it before going back up ready foor the next load.

When I was in 3rd grade make a sarcastic kind of joke that no one really got. She said well maybe if your veins are blue that your blood is blue too until it touched air and turned red. And i believed that until I was in the 10th grade and my bio teacher told the class otherwise. And when she asked how many other people believed blood was blue about ten other people raised thier hand. We all wanted to kill that teacher that day.

I USED TO BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD IMPREGNATE A GIRL BY PEEING IN HER BELLY BUTTON. I WASN'T SURE SOO WHEN I WAS IN 11TH GRADE I ASKED MY PHYS ED TEACHER. WELL, THE WHOLE CLASS BURST OUT LAUGHING. I GUESS IT WASN'T TRUE.

When I was younger I believed that even though everyone had eyes, everyone saw things differently. For example, I can recognize my mom; but if I were to have an eye transplant, I would not recognize her because she would look differently than how I saw her with my original eyes.

One night at this coffee house this woman made me beleive that if you crossed your eyes and hit your back that your eyes will be crossed forever.
She said when she was a little kid a friend of hers did it and her eyes were still crossed. I ws brave enough to try it because I usually had my eyes crossed anyway. I didn't become cross eyed but it felt kinda weird.

My dad used to go with his shirt a lot during the summer, and I, as a little girl, liked to lay on his chest.

He told me never to stick my finger in his belly button because something inside would bite the tip off.

I would not touch anyone's belly button (including my own) until I was much older.