After watching the Magic School Bus Human Body, I began to think that there were little kids floating around inside of me, too!
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I used to believe that a woman's breasts were filled with Picante hot sauce. There was no rationalization to this theory of mine, as far as I know.
When i was little i thought that if you played with your bellybutton it would come undone and your insides would fall out.
When I was a kid, my mom told me she carved my teeth out of the wood of the big pine tree in the front yard, just like George Washington's teeth (as if they were wooden, which I'm not certain of but I seriously doubt). For years, I thought my teeth were made of wood.
When I was around three or four years old I was in a supermarket with my mom when I saw an older lady in a wheel chair who was missing a leg. I was convinced that someone stole it, and I imagined how proud my mom would be if I found the thief.
When I was younger I use to believe that girls really did have boy body parts but they broke off as they were born...I believed this until I was about 5 or 6....
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i used to believe that my nose could pose
I was about eight when I first saw the movie "Titanic" and I didn't know what a prostitute was. The scene where Jack shows Rose his drawings, he explains he didn't have an affair with that woman, "just her hands. See, she was a...one-legged prostitute." I asked mom what a prostitute was, and she just said it was a person that sold their bodies. She didn't say this meant sex, she just said selling their bodies. And since the one example of a prostitute I had came from the movie, and she had one leg, naturally I assumed it meant she sold her leg. For the longest time I thought prostitutes cut off body parts and sold them, until a 5th grader clued me in.
When I was 7 years old I noticed the lines in my palm formed a "7" shape. I was positive that when I turned 8 that they would turn into a "8". Needless to say, I was a little upset when they didn't.
I used to believe that babies came out of your belly button, and that's why we had them (I didn't take into consideration the fact that men also had them!)
When I was young i used to think when a woman wanted to have a baby , she just pushed her belly button and in a glipse a baby appeared. Lol. When I was about 5 i wanted a baby to have a baby too so i kept pressing my belly button. I was rather disappointed when I never got one.
I have a mole on the back of my left hand. I used to believe that everyone had one so they could remember the left side was the one with the dot.
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I used to believe that kidneys were located in your knees.
when I was little, my mother told me that telling lies would make your tounge turn black. When I noticed the veins underneath my tounge in the mirror, I just knew it was starting to happen.
My friend is Arabic, and when she was young she used to believe she was white because she knew she wasn't black and she thought those were the only kinds of people.
When I was four or five, my sister (who is a year and a half older than me) told me that my fingernails were glued on with all the cheese I ate. I believed for years that if my fingernails got caught on something, a string of gooey mozzerella would follow as they were pulled off.
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apparently shaking your legs when you're sitting is a bad habit...that we would not break. so my dad told us that snakes would come out of our legs if we shook them. i believed it till i was about eight.
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I used to believe that if you were Caucasian you from New Orleans because they eat cajun foods.
When I was about the age of 7 or 8 I loved vinigar (and tons of it) on my homemade french fries that my grandma would make me when I came over. My grandpa told me that if I kept eating so much vinigar i would grow a beard. So that night I sat in front of the mirror in their bathroom for hours making sure I wasn't growing a beard. Then my grandma finally made him tell me the truth because I came out crying scared of growing a beard. Before he told me the truth he told me I could always be a bearded woman in a circus, and I cryed harder. Thats when he told me the truth.
I'm not sure why, but when I was little, I used to believe that your chin was a beanbag, and if you ever cut it, all the little beans inside would come spilling out.