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I discovered that me knees creak a bit sometimes. I told my dad about it and he told me about how when I was born I had no knees and so they had to give me steel knees. I believed it for 6 years. I was very angry when I discovered this was false.

When I was little, I spilled chocolate ice cream right on a birth mark on my leg I had never seen before. I thought for a long time the ice cream had stained my leg and would never come off, until my mom explained it.

when I was little, some college kids lived next door. One girl I was friends with had short hair, but came home day with really long hair. I asked if they glued on each hair individually, and she said yes. For years I thought people would sit for hours having individual hairs glued on to make their hair longer.

I used to believe that if you covered up your belly button you would suffocate. When I tried proving this to my sister I found out that I was incorrect, so I pretended to suffocate.

When I was about 5 or 6, my dad told me that if I didn't want my nose to stretch out that I should pinch it and it will stop the growing. So as often as I could I would pinch it and sometimes even put a clothespin on it. Eventually I learned, but now when I yawn, since my nostrils flare when I do, I pinch my nose out of habit, and maybe with a bit of hope it will work.

I used to believe that babies came out frm the belly button.....I could'nt sleep for nights when my mom told me where they really came from.....I was like where where........there is no space fr gods sake i am never havin kids mom........and now that I am a doctor ample of reason to believe it......but i still fear it

I used to think that maybe people had miscounted, and we actually had 11 fingers. I used to lie in bed and carefully count my fingers over and over, to make sure there were actually 10.

I used to think that toothpaste could double as hairgel too, and would go around, proud of my slick and shiny hair. This worked well until one day, my cousin, who was 4 years older than me, suddenly noticed than my hair was filled with white goo.

And the rest, my dears, is history.

Until I was about 12-13 years old I was scared to touch an electric guitar. Everyone I knew or saw on tv that was touching one had really big hair. I thought I would get electrocuted. And my hair would look like that.

I used to believe that if you play with your belly button when you have a stomachache, your diarrhea would start coming out of your belly button. I'm 16 now and I try not to touch it - especially when my stomach hurts.

My mom used to tell us when we were little that if we put our fingers in our belly button it would unscrew our arms and legs and they would fall off. I think we were about 12 when we finally decided that it wouldn't really happen.

When I was little, my mom used to say people with with curly hair are smart. I was born with curly hair along with my dad (which made me thought I was blessed to be born smart), but other than that everyone in my family has straight hair. I was told that that when people get smarter, their hair curls and when people get dumber, their hair goes straight or lose curls. Then it was time for me to get my first haircut, a buzzcut and I never wanted to because I was afraid I will lose my curls and lose my memory but then my hair grew back along with the curls. Now I realize that hair has nothing to do with how smart or dumb you are...wow..

When I was younger I used to chew on my hair a lot, so my brother told me that if I chewed my hair that I would turn inside out. Needless to say, I never chewed my hair ever again and only when I was in my teens did I realize that it was all just a joke.

When I was little I was always told that eating a lot of carrots would be good for my eyes, so I always ate carrots. Well, I NOW WEAR GLASSES!!! Apparently someone lied to me.

When my Fiancee was little her dad used to tell her she had to wash until she was "squeaky clean". She still uses her finger on her chest to see if it squeaks. She's 29.

My entire family told me that my belly button was where the indians had shot me. They have all kinds of home video of them saying "Show us where the indians shot you" and me lifting up my shirt and pointing to my belly button.