I know... someone that used to believe that everyone who used a computer had to be wearing glasses at the time, and that when you turned 13 you were given glasses. Well both her parents wore them!
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When I was 3 I used to believe that my eyes were broken because I couldn't see my face when I was looking at other stuff. I thought everyone else could see their own face along with everything else they were looking at.
When I was 5 I used to lay my head down to my brother´s belly to listen to his bowels´ sounds / I now believe many if not every child does this/, but somehow these sounds made me picture the bowels looking like a big nice juicy slice of water melon. Today I am a doctor and sometimes when I am listening to peoples´ bowels sounds with a sthetoscope I recall the picture and have to smile and they don´t have a clue why.
P.S.1: This is another story - but you wouldn´t believe, what many grown people think of what human body looks like and functions inside - this could be a topic for another great site like this.
P.S.2: Excuse my English, I´m not a native speaker.
My 4 year old son used to check every morning if I had properly shaved my beard. So, one day I asked him why he was so concerned ... and he told me that "you'll age and ... die if you let your beard grow"
When I was around 5 or 6, I really hated washing my hair. I always found ways to put it off. My mom would always say, "If you don't wash your hair now, when you go to sleep, I'm going to cut it all off!" and I would cry because I loved my long hair. I also knew she wouldn't do that, so she tried a different method saying, "If you always wash your hair, it will grow longer much more quickly." That got me.
When I was little I used to worry excessively. My mom told me that if I kept worrying so much I would get a "hole" in my stomach (meaning a tumor). I then began to worry even more about my belly button opening up and people being able to see all my insides.
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I thought that the "guts" were an actual organ. I imagined them as a mass of orange and yellow stringy stuff.
we live in a small, remote town in Europe. When we were little, my mum always had au pair girls from canada to look after us.
one of them was an african canadian girl. At that point, my little brother (he was 3, at the time) had never seen anyone that dark before, so he thought her skin colour was make-up and tried to rub it off...
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I used to think when I was little that you had three *tubes* in your mouth... one for solid food, one for liquid and one for breathing!
I used to believe that I could take any zipper(my grandmother kept some at her house), put it around my arm(or other body part), and zip it off. All I got from this was a lot of bruises on my arms, my legs, and parts I'd rather not mention.
As a kid, my Mom and Aunt would make fun of me and sing this song about how I had a freckle on my butt. I hated this stupid freckle, and would lay in bed at night and worry about how embarrassed I would be when I finally grew up, got married and had to be naked in front of my husband. I sincerely belived that he would be totally grossed out by my butt freckle.
When my sister was little, my step dad tried to convince her that his belly button was a special cave for fairies. When she didn't believe him, he pulled a bit of fluff out of his belly button and blew it into the air, saying 'look, there's a fairy'. After that I would often find her staring at her belly button, waiting for the fairy.
When I was 14 I got one of those round brushes stuck in my hair. Well, after a hour trying to get it out, I got the bright idea that it would be easier to take out if I got it wet. Boy, after I took a shower with it did I realize how wrong I was. It made it so bad that I had to cut it out and so only half of my head now had hair. Needless to say the kids at school weren't very nice about my new do.
i used to believe that all humans had small clear-colored sacks in their throats filled with blue tear-shaped drops. for each kiss given that day, you would lose one drop. if you used all 12 drops in one day, you would never be able to replenish them for the next day--thereby becoming eternally unkissable!
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I used to believe that if I crossed my eyes they would get stuck like that.
when i was little i used to chew my hair. i dont know why. one time my dad got sick of it i guess and told me somthing. he said with a super serous look on his face "if you keep doing that a ball will get bigger and bigger in your stomach and it will grow mold and they will have to cut open your body and take your stomach out.....i think ill take you to the docter so they can do that before it gets any worce" i was scared to death about that i never chewed my hair again, actully im scared if any hair gets near my mouth, i dont know if its true or not, but im still scared.......
when i was little my nana told me my belly button was where the indian shot me, so growing up i just carried it with me and even told my kids. my nephew who was 3 came to spend a week with us in florida, when he went back home my sister called and told me he would not sleep and would not play with his cowboy and indian things because i told him that, he also is 4 now and would like to know if the doctor can close it up so the indian will not shoot him, now i cant convince him i was only playig
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I used to think we had two brains, and they were long thin bones inside your head that dripped blood
When i was 5, i went to the dentist and they found 2 cavaties and i had to get caps...i was clueless what they were but i imagined those plastic soda bottle caps on my teeth and thought how uncomfortable that would be!
when i was little my dad used to tell me to cut my fingernails or tonails well i hated it and i said that it hurts. so to make me cut my nails my dad would telll me i would turn green if i didnt cut them and i would get a disease i bellivedd this until i was 12 im 23 now.