body parts

My brother used to have a bright red birthmark on his back but as he got older it began to fade a bit. I was convinced that they washed off over time and mine had been washed off earlier since I was older. I then proceeded to go at his back with a scrub brush every time he had a bath.

I thought people's eyeballs were just slippery spheres in slippery sockets. I thought that if I pressed on my eyelids, my eyeballs would pop out. I was always very ginger when I rubbed my eyes.

I'n a girl and when I was small, I used to think even the boys were the same 'down there'

when I was little my dolls heads had little holes where the hair came out. One day while sitting brushing my mothers hair I asked her where's all the holes? I thought that was how hair was supposed to look.

I used to believe that kids were born out of the bellybutton. I mean, that was the only logical explaination for why the bellybutton was on my stomach! Plus, my mom had a C-section n' told me how she had to get my brother taken out from there (and pointed to her stomach by her bellybutton) so what was I supposed to think!

i used to think when u split ur head open, it actually split down the middle

I have a mole (beautymark? whatever you call those things) on my face. When I was in second or third grade, I believed I could get rid of it by picking it off just like I did with scabs. I managed to pick it off and I thought I could have normal skin in that place just like all of the other kids. I was overjoyed! However, it grew back after a couple of weeks.

I didn't try to pick it off after that. : (

I used to believe my head was big because I would get comments about it. Only to later be told that it wasnt my head but my hair which is naturally thick and curly. ;-D

I used to think that blood was blue, and that it turned red when it hit oxygen. that's just because my veins in my hands and wristsl ooked blue.

I am Mexican and my cousin is 1/2white and 1/2 mexican. I never understood how she was related to me if she was a white gurl when i am a mexican gurl.Her dad was white and her mom was mexican.

When i was 5 or 6 my Mom and Grandma told me that the longer your hair was in water the longer it would grow. I would set in the tub with my head under the fauset forever anxiously waiting for my hair to grow long and beatiful. My hair was very long (not from the water) so i thought it was working.I told my cousin, who was 4 and had short hair, why my hair was so long and she would come over and me would sit in the tub with our little swim suits on waiting for our hair to grow. My mom and my aunt soon got annoyed with the obsesive hair and water deal so they said it dosnt work but we didnt believe them so they had only 1 choice. they told us that if you have too much water in your hair our hair would fall out. We freaked out and we would always scream in horrer when our moms tried giving us a bath. So we stoped taking baths for a while.

When I would spy on my sister and her friends, I overheard her saying to her best friend that she knew her face was going to erupt. She meant she was going to break out, but for a few weeks I was quietly waiting for the day her face would combust in a fiery explosion.

I also was told by my older brother that if you unscrewed your belly button your butt would fall. I remember thinking that was stupid, but as my brother had told me that, it had to be true!

I'm from Spain, so I guess it's a worldwide belief...

When i was little i had a little african american doll that i loved and named him Micheal after a friend i had, i would call him my chocolate baby. Well one day at the grocery store i shouted hey mommy look chocolate people!!! I've felt bad ever since.

my mom broke her toe when i was three.
"where did you break it?"
"in the bedroom"
"don't worry, i'll look under the bed"
after much searching i finally had to admit that i failed in finding her pinky toe.

When i was about 6, I believed that when you streach your arms up, (and then you streach too hard and you get a sting in your armpit) that my skin had ripped right open. I always ran to the bathroom adn put a band-aid on my armpit. I never looked at it because I was afraid of blood. My mother would always see me with bandages in my armpits and asked me why. I would always say "because i ripped open again".