body parts

When I was a child I took a drink of water that dribbled down my chin a little. My grandfather looked over and said, "Looks like you have a hole in your lip, let me take a closer look. YEP, as I thought, you have a hole in your lip." For years until I was 11 or 12 truly believed that I had a hole somewhere around the corner of my mouth. I believed my mouth was deformed and couldn't close correctly.

When I was 8, my brother told me that if I cried too much, I'd get conjuntivitis. It took me until I was 16, and had a real bout of conjuntivitis to realise he was full of it.

My bellybutton is an innie, but my cousin had an outie, which totally fascinated me, as it was the only one I had ever seen like that. She is Japanese, and I assumed that all Asian people had outies, a fact that I became very jealous about since it seemed more interesting than my innie. Whenever I was around someone Asian, I would ask to see their bellybutton. After I was told that was a rude thing to ask, I would just try to get a sneaky look at it. I was shocked when I first saw a non-Asian person with an outie!

When I was in Kindergarden I had a Friend who was Korean, and one time I asked him "Charles, why are your eyes so slanted?" and he whispered "Cause Im Korean" Now, I had never heard the word Korean before, and he was whispering, so I thought he was saying GREEN. and I was so confused, because he didnt look green to me! :-)

I used to believe that if you put a crumb in my belly button, it would go right to my stomach, when I was 3, I put a crumb of food in my belly button and thought it would poison my because it was on the floor. To this day the only thing in belly button is lint.

When my sister was little she beived that if you were to 'unscrew' your belly-button you bum would fall off.

When i was littl emy mom told me thats zits were something you get if you lie to someone...And eversince then i never lied because i always thought i would get them and whoever i saw with a lot of sits i thought that they were huge liars!... :)

I used to pick my belly button when I was small and one time my brother told me if I kept doing that, it would pop off and rice would spill out and they wouldn't be able to stop it. I stopped poking at my belly button for a while after that. I still get nervous sometimes when I do, and try my best not to poke too hard.

i used to think that when you crossed your legs you would switch bodies with sum1 else...i dunno how i came to this conclusion...........

My mom used to tell me stories when I was in the bath about my Belly button disappearing down the plug hole and going on amazing adventures. I would be sitting with all the bubbles and she would tell me they were the clouds and my belly button would by flying in hot air balloons. I always used to get really scared when my belly button had to get back in time before I got out of the bath. I used to get really freaked when it met spiders and slimy pipes on the way back to me, mom always had to wash it well before I'd have it back!

When I was very young, I asked my dad why he didn't have any hair on the back (crown) of his head. He said that when he was a kid somebody dropped a rock on his head and all his hair fell out. I believed it for years.

when i was little one my best friends told me the only way you can get calick is if a cow comes in your room at night when you're sleeping and licks your head.. i honestly believed her for the longest time. what was i thinking?

I remember learning the names of body parts, and being confused about my mouth. I thought it was called my "face". I had probably heard about "smiling faces" or "a smile on your face", and assumed that the part that does the smiling, with the lips and teeth, was called the face.

When I was 4 or 5, I had this idea that the soul was inside my chest, near my heart and was shaped like a bone (dog biscuit). "Grace" was like lettuce or a vine wrapped around it. If you were stained with sin, the bone was dirty and scuffed looking. If you were full of grace, the bone was covered in lush green vegetation/

My mom would say i could poke my eye out with a pencil, and I thought that if you touched your eyeballs with any part of a pencil, your eye would fall right out of the socket.

When my mother was little, she was short-sighted but hadn't been diagnosed as such yet, so she didn't yet have glasses ... this impediment meant that, since nearly all women had perms when she was a child, she believed that all grown-up women had hair which grew in loops and back into their heads and dreaded the day when her own would do the same because it would be harder to brush ...