body parts

When I was younger, I learned that my father was an organ donor. I thought that this meant that if, at anytime someone needed an organ - whether my dad was alive or not - people would come, kill him, and take the necessary body part.

When I was about 5 years-old, my mom told me that every birthmark was a kiss from an angel.

After that, I honestly wondered why an angel would bother kissing me on the inside of my elbow.

In order to put braces on they drilled holes throgh your teeth and stuck brackets in the holes My brother told me that right before i got my braces on and found out that they cement them on!!!!

I used to believe hair had flavors from the ages or 8-9. Black is coffee, Brown is chocolate, Blond is Banana, and Red is cherry or raspberry. When I was 9 (I'm 11) when I found out the truth. "Mom, can I taste your chocolate hair?" ended it.

I used to believe that my belly button was my brother. I named him Tummy. Then I got a little older (three) and gave him the more grown up name of Jamie. I told people that I had three sisiters (which I did) and one brother (which was a belly button).

i used to believe that my knucles where aliens trying to escape my body because i had a bad habit of rubbing my knuckles

When I was in the 1st grade...I think, we were learning how the body works and what it is made of. So I asked my aunt and she said "mostly bones and tissues" so I went back to school and told my teachers and all my classmates people were made out of toilet tissue. I was instantly corrected. I cried.

I used to believe that hair sprouted from large holes in peoples' scalps. One time I got so mad at somebody that I threatened to pull all his hair out, so that nothing would be left but the holes where his hair used to be.

I used to have a bad habit of sucking on my hair and I guess my mom got fed up with it and told me that my great aunt had done that and they had to surgically remove the hair ball from her stomach.

When I was little I found out that if I sucked on my arm I would get this big red mark.(hickey) So then I showed my mom and she told me if you ever get one of those they have to remove that body part because it was harmful... It scared the crap out of me for years!

Whe I was little I thought that being left handed meant that you didn't have a right hand. Found out the truth the first day of first grade when I told the teacher and the class that I could not do the Pledge of Allegiance since I did not have a right hand.I

I used to believe we are all different colors. Now I know we are just different shades of melatonin. So we are all ONE pigment, but some have more and others have less.

I used to think there was an ant inside of my brain that controlled everything I did. Whenever I at Cheerios, I thought they were going to the ant.

I also thought that my heart pounding in my ears meant that there was a lion prowling around, trying to eat the ant in my brain.

i used 2 belive that ur belly button was sort of like a easy acces hole to ur belly and i used to try n put food in there if i didnt like the taste of something just so i didnt have 2 taste it lol what a fool i was no wounder it never went in

I used to be very thin when I was a little kid, I was so thin you could see my ribs. I remember once, I first noticed my ribs when I was getting out of the bath tub, I looked in the mirror, and saw what I thought were little wings, that were inside of me, pressing against my skin, ready to POP out, that thought scared me so bad. (Scene changes to Vacation Bible School) Shortly after the incident in the bathroom, I would be careful not to have pressure on my stomach, for fear those "wings" would pop out. In Bible School that day, the girls were supposed to sing some song, and were supposed to play as Angels. The boys got to play with animal puppet things, I was afraid, that if I was to sing with the other "Angels" it would cause my "wings" to pop out, and besides that, I wanted to play with the puppets, so when the song came on, I refused to sing, I sat there, with my arms crossed, when the teacher noticed, and came up to me, to ask me to sing, I felt a strange pressure in my stomach (At the time, I thought it was from hearing the music. I later realized that was because I didn't get anything to eat that morning) I was thinking "Oh no, this is it!" and I almost cried, then the teacher said she was going to replay the song until I sang with the rest of the girls, that's when I exploded (not literally) I was so mad, I started screaming and when they told me to calm down, so I can sing with the rest of the "Angels" I screamed "I don't want to be an Angel!" I ran to the puppets and grabbed them, and tried to crawl under a desk and play with them, I saw the teacher leave, and I sat there thinking "Thank the Lord, that B**** is gone." I was sure I was going to be left alone, until the teacher came back in, and started settling down the other kids, not 30 minutes after, my mom comes in the room, and makes me get out from under the table, the teacher never said anything to me, just talked to my mom, who came to get me early, because of what I did. Then mom grabbed my arm and started pulling me from the class room, I turned towards the teacher and said "I want to finger-paint here tomorrow!" and when mom and I were outside, she looked at me and said "You are going to Hell, I know it...." By the way, I never got to finger-paint the next day, I haven't been to Bible school since. All because of my stupid wings, I mean ribs....Oh well, I can't see them anymore! ; )

When I was really young, around 4 or 5 an older friend told me that his sister was going to have plastic surgery to fix something on her face. for the longest time I wondered what would happen if the plastic tore...
see, I thought that she was actually using plastic to fix her face!!! How silly I was!