Up until the age of 4 or so, I would wave bye to everyone with my hand waving bye to myself because that's how I saw everyone else's hands. So, my family started waving bye to me, showing the back of their hands and waving to themselves. I would stare at the back of my hand and wave correctly to them, because that's what I saw.
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My grandfather had me convinced that my aunts and mother were well-endowed in the chest area because they blew on their thumbs all the time.
I tried and tried and tried.
It never worked!!
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When I was around 4 I was told that if I put my shoes on the wrong foot my feet would reverse.
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I was diagnosed with astigmatism when I was 2 and until I was 31, I thought I had A Stigmatism, not astigmatism. I thought the word was stigmatism. D'oh.
I used to believe that I could live in a world without conflict with other human beings. But I have learned that conflict is a part of the human condition, that it cannot be escaped. One can only learn how to deal with conflict constructively. I also believed that little people lived in my stomach, and when I swallowed my food, it came down to them, and then they ate it.
My dad had a little beer belly, and I noticed that his belly button used to gather lint. I'd periodically remove it, and told him that I was pretty sure that was what belly buttons were for--collecting lint.
When I was 5ish,6ish, I use to believe god had buckets of each of our body parts and would drop them down from heaven one by one.....first the skeleton,muscles, arms, legs, etc.....like we appeared from a star trek film.
For years I thought that my eyes were hazel instead of blue like the rest of my family because I did not eat enough spinach one night at my grandmother's house.
Your umbilical cord was attached to mom's belly button (in vitro) and that was how you got food until you were born
I used to believe that your hair had an actual "part" line on the top of your head, because my mother would tell me to sit still so she could find the part. As soon as I was old enough to brush my own hair and see that my whole scalp was the same, I realized I'd been taken ;)
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When I was little my Aunt Judy told me if I drank a lot of milk, it would make my boobs grow. She was wrong.
I'm white. I used to believe that since my freckles are the same color as my black friends, that freckles were proof positive that I had black ancestors. I was disappointed to find none in the recent family tree.
When I was 6 I saw my uncle take out his false teeth. I thought everyone could take out their teeth if you pushed the right button. I spent all of the second grade trying to find the switch.
Until I was eight, I believed that humans could grow new replacement teeth throughout their lifetime. I found out the truth when a relative told me to take "good care of this set". I now brush twice daily.
My brother and I would frequently travel across a neighbor's cow pasture to get to our friends' house. One time I wasn't paying attention and I stepped in a very fresh cow pie and it soaked through my shoe. When I got home and told my dad, he told me it would make my foot grow bigger. It made sense because people use manure to make their plants grow bigger, right? Well my foot DID grow slightly larger than my other foot and I believed the manure was the reason for the longest time!
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I used to think that blind dates were dates where at least one person was blind
For a surprisingly long time I believed that the criss-cross web of lines on the back of my hand were very small threads, and that if I snagged one of the threads the back of my hand would unravel.
The first thing I did if I ever cut the back of my hand was check the wound to see if there was any thread damage lest unrecoverable unraveling occur...
My aunt Toodie told us a variety of scary tales when we were kids. Among them was that one's anus was held together by something she called a "pucker string".
Aunt Toodie went on to warn us that an especially large, hard stool might break the pucker string, at which point an emergency operation would be necessary to prevent our "guts" from falling out through the de-puckered anus.
As a child the idea thought that my pucker string might break terrified me. It was only until about the fourth grade, and after a few embarrassed furtive question and answer sessions with trusted playmates, that I finally figured out that a "pucker string" was just one of the many products of aunt Toodies' spectacularly inventive imagination.
when i was maybe 12-13 i belived that if i picked a scab and put silly putty on the scab, i would turn the colour of the silly putty. i always wanted to be blue. so i did it one day, and taped silly putty to myself for at least a week. sadly i am not blue!
When my brother was little i was putting on a face mask that was suppost to open your pores. So of coarse he had gotten into it and put some on his face. When he asked what pores were I told him they were little holes in your face he started crying because he thought he was going to have huge holes in his face because the mask was going to open them up!