body parts

When I was little my father told me that if you undid the *knot* that the doctor's made which later became your belly button that you would deflate like a balloon. Flopping around the room included.

when i was little, i was depressed and worried for days, cuz i thought my belly button was going to disappear. i thought it was just getting smaller and smaller...

When I was about three or four I saw a skeleton on TV. My dad told me I had one inside me. I freaked, screaming 'I'M A SKIN BOY' over and over.

I thought I was solid skin all the way through.

I used to think that black people were white people who painted themselves.

When I was a pre-schooler, I was FASCINATED by my dad's belly button. I would always be tempted to poke my finger in there, but he used to warn me that there were TEETH in his belly button, and it would BITE me if I did it!

When I was a young child, my mother told me Jesus Christ lived inside my heart. So I always took great care with my body. When I fell down, or was pushed, or hit, I always worried if Jesus who lived in my heart was ok too. I felt I had to look after Him carefully, since He lived in my heart,and I tried not to do any risky stunts, like jumping off swings, because I might hurt Jesus in the process.

I was told that if you went to brd with your sox on you would go blind.

my parents used to tell me that if I chewed on my hair, that little strands of
it would slip down my throat and make a giant hairball in my stomach, and that
I'd have to have it surgically removed. I quit sucking my hair after that!

when I was a kid we used to play hide and seek a lot. Ant until I was 5 I truly believed that if I didn't see the others they couldn't see me. So I would sit down behind a tree or something (easy to spot) with my hands in front of my eyes so I couldn't see. Everytime I was found right away I was really confused. how could the seeeker have seen me? I couldn't see him/her

I used to think that I had rats living in my hair because when my dad used to brush it when it got tangled, he would always comment that it was like a rats nest and would make squeaking sounds of the "rats" escaping from the brush. Because my back was turned to him, I never doubted it for a second!

When I was little I'd see my little brothers' eyes moving, and I somehow concluded that mine coudn't do that. My mother had me look at a fixed object while I turned my head, and lo! they moved. But I was disappointed that they didn't zip back and forth like everyone else's.

When I was a kid my dad told me that if you unscrewed your belly button your bum would fall off.

I used to believe that if you leaned on your elbow and rested your head in your hand that you veins would pop out of your wrist! I think I saw it in a horror movie and believed it. I still have trouble doing it to this day.

When my grandparents would stay overnight at our home, I'd watch them both take out their teeth and put them in a glass for the evening. I assumed that EVERYONE'S teeth eventually came out "whole" as a part of growing up!

So . . . every day, I'd grab my gums, wiggle a bit, and think to myself, "No, not quite yet . . .!"

I mustve been about 6 or 7 and my Cousin had been abroad on holiday somewhere hot, his skin was blistering and peeling. He told me that a massive blister had popped on his arm and lots of little red spiders ran out of it. I was terrified of getting sunburnt from then on

When i was little there was a kid in my older rother's secondary school who was into body bulding. Also, the soles of his shoes were more worn on the outer edge than the inner edge! i thought it was because his arms were too heavy!