body parts

When I was 7 I believed my mother was capable of unscrewing my bellybutton and removing my legs.
She told this to me and a friend once because we kept getting of the couch when she was trying to vacuum.

My Dad told me that if I put my head under the blanket when I went to bed, that my eyes wouldn't be able to open in the morning. When my brother was born, I was so afraid the blanket would accidentally go over his face and then he'd be blind!

I used to think the word 'belly' was a swear word, and would get upset if I heard someone say it.

when I was a little girl, I used to put my ponytail in my mouth and suck the hair (disgusting, I know). My older brothers wanted to make me stop, so they made up a story about a girl who had a horrible stomach ache so she had to go through a surgery. When the doctor opened up her stomach there was a ball of hair inside. They scared the hell out of me :)

when i was little i thought that hair was forgotten thoughts and people with lots of hair were forgetful and my uncle who is bald never forgot anything i thought this til i was 12

My aunt told me when I was really little that if I played with my bellybutton too much my butt would fall off.

I sobbed for days and wouldn't so much as TOUCH my bellybutton. I was scared to touch it for years.

I used to think that my bones would wear out if I bent them too much. I guess I did not understand about joints. So at night, I would sleep with my arms and legs and back perfectly straight so that I would not wear out my bones. Now that I'm 65 with arthritis, I think maybe I was on to something.

I lived near a high school when I was growing up, and one day I asked one of the football players coming home after a game what he had in his duffle bag. He told me that football was a violent sport, and he had body parts of the players that got beaten up in the game - I believed him for years, and concluded that he was taking them home to bury them in his backyard!!

I used to believe that women who wore high heeled shoes did so because that was the actual shape of their foot, heel, wedge and all.

I used to believe when I was younger that there was a seed in ppl's belly buttons, and when they died the person would push it and a tree would come out of their belly button and their body would go in the ground so every time I looked like a tree I always thought of my dead relatives or something. I always cried when I saw that baby tree because I thought a baby died.

i used to play with my belly button until it bled my mother then told me if i kept doing it my butt would fall off. needless to say i stopped playing with it!

My ex husband use tell me that if you're ever punched or poked in the belly button you would DIE!! That's horrible. The funny thing is...he's been believing this all his life lol

When I was about six, I had the theory that if you ever broke a bone it was replaced by one of your smaller "bones" (actually just ridges) that covered your Adam's apple. It would fall into your stomach and expand, then float to wherever needed repair. When you were old and all of your bones had been broken, you would no longer be able to feel your Adam's apple because all your bones had been used. I believed that seriously and told my dad about it, who didn't discourage me from the idea until I was in third grade.

In fourth grade, I used to believe that I had the amazing power of making my vision go blurry. So much so, that I even bragged to an eye doctor about it, and made him run a test or two to examine my eye while I made it go blurry. I figured out a few years ago that I wasn't just blurring my vision, I was just unfocusing my eyes. Somehow I never noticed that when I made things in front of me go blurry, the things in the distance came into focus.

When I was younger (19 now) I used to believe eyebrows never grew back. So when I saw movies where people somehow got their eyebrows removed I was scared for them so I pretended it was fake and they didn't actually get removed.

When I was little, I thought some people (I didn't notice it was always women) had naturally bright red fingernails. I felt sorry for them, and was grateful that mine were clear.