body parts

I used to believe that u had a crying reserve in ur eyes, and when you cried, you were running out of crying water, so one day you would run out of crying water and couldnt cry no more

my boyfriend thought (or still thinks) that flossing your teeth is dangerous--the plaque that you get out from between your teeth will be swallowed and will form the plaque in your arteries that cause heart attacks.

I was always afraid to get my ears pierced when I was young. I thought that the "gun" they used was a real gun. I was afraid they would miss and shoot the earring into my eye!

I guess I was told when I was young that if you crossed your eyes, they might stay that way. I believed this until I was in my late 30's, despite all experimental data to the contrary.

Growing up in a largely white area, I got the impression that all black
people were born in hot counties; obviously, they were born white, and
got such strong tans that they ended up black. People in England stayed
white because of the crappy weather!

My parents told me that if I put my finger in my belly button, my bum would drop off.
Years later they told me that they read a cartoon that showed a little boy doing just that, and thought it would be funny to tell me it was true.
I never believed them, though ;op

My father told me that freckles where angel kisses, and since most of my body is covered with them i used to think they swarmed over my bed at night... waiting their turn to kiss me.

When I was about 5, we had an encylopedia with overlays of all the human body systems, everything labeled. I searched many times over looking for the part named 'soul', couldn't find it. I figured that its location was a secret and was afraid to ask about it.

When I was young I slammed my finger in the car door. We were at IHOP and my brother told me that if my finger got too close to my hot cocoa that it would shrink. From that point on, until I was considerably older, I held a belief in my subconscious that there were people walking around with shrunken fingers, until one day it came out in conversation..."you know those people with shrunken fingers..." oh my.

As I had long hair as a child my Mum would often say that there were lots of knots in it. I used to believe that the knots were black and white bees bodies stuck in your hair. Imagine the disappointment when I realised what they actually were...

When I was about 4 years old, my best friend and I got into a fight. He punched me, I punched him. In the shocked silence that followed, he touched his chest and said "Look what you've done, my hart is beating! My sister says if your hart starts beating you're going to DIE!!" he exclaimed with the fear of god in his eye. I told him to stop talking nonsense, but I was scared shitless.

When I was very young I had a lazy eye, and so suffered from double vision until it was corrected. If I was looking at say a chocolate bar, I'd think that if I concentrated really hard, I'd be able to grab the double and have two!

I used to believe that your stomach was just one big tub of liquid where your heart and all your organs float, and when you eat something it falls into the pool where all your organs are too.

As a child, I asked my older sister about the little bumps (saliva glands) on the inside of my cheeks, about half way back.

She said that they were growths that had to be cut out, and grabbed some scissors to perform the operation.

I sincerely believed she would carry through with it, but wouldn't tell my parents because I thought they would make me go to the doctor.

I thought that we each had 3 souls, and they were pink spotty organs in our bodies. Someone in my class convinced me of this, they even had pictures. I put it in a school project once. I wonder what my teacher thought...

When I was 6 or so, I asked my mommy what belly buttons were for. She told me that it was the tube that connected me to her before I was born. I spent years trying to figure out, as a topological puzzle, how I could be inside her then come out of her, and remain connected belly button to belly button.

My Grandfather lost his finger in an accident long before Me and my sister were born. My Grandmother told us that she kept his finger stub in the bottom drawer of the bathroom. I suppose now that this was to keep us out of whatever she kept in there.

I thought my stomach had different "compartments" for different foods. I would explain to my parents that my "spaghetti compartment" was full... but a few minutes later, when dessert came around, I'd have room because my "dessert compartment" was empty.