body parts

I once believed that heaven was located inside my heart and that when people died, they took up residence inside my chest (I imagined these people carving a city in my heart). I was a little worried about what would happen to them when it started to get too crowded--I thought that some of them might migrate to other body parts and I didn't want them to start building things in my stomach, too.

I don't really know where I got this idea from, but I was convinced that I had a bunch of miniature dead people wandering around in my ribcage for a while.

i didnt really understand different races when i was little, and when we were in the car, i saw a black person and was amazed and told everyone in there i saw a brown coloured man. my brother who was 5 years older, went on to say hed seen a whole black person before, me and my sister were amazed and kept trying to find a black man.

when i was little, when my tooth fell out, i thought if i peeled back my gum, there would be like green flannel underneath. i also thought that when i got an ulcer it was a little football stuck in my mouth..

I used to believe that my belly button was a door to another world, my dad told me that you could only get there if you had a big enough belly button. He told me if i ate all my food it would get bigger. Unfortunately my belly got bigger in the process, but my belly button got bigger too, so a 2p coin fitted in it, so it's been to another world.

when I was 6 i thought that (I have no idea how I started thinking this) if you squirted lemon juice in your eyes they would turn yellow. Having blonde hair I figuered that yellow eyes would match with my hair. One evening my family and I went to and fancy resturant. I ordered water with lemon slices in it. I took a peice and pressed it just above my eye and--well you can kind of picture what happened after that.
A week later being the logical kid i was, I took an orange slice and dripped the juice in my eyes. Again just try and picture the result.

I used to belive...
You know the game where your parents grab your nose and put their thumb in betweewn their pointer and middle finger and say" I got Your nose!" well i thought my mom really took my nose and i cried

When I was little and on through most of highschool I thought that your bellybutton went straight to your stomach and I was terrified to touch it because I thought I would poke into my insides. I would get sick to my stomach every time I thought about it.

When I was 3, I asked my mom what "the hole in my tummy" came from. She said my belly button was a special hole I got when I was a baby, and it played a big role when you got older. According to her, "if dirt gets in it, and you leave it there, a big dirt monster will form inside your belly button."
So one day, I went to the beach. I wanted to get rid of the "dirt monster" in there, but my bathing suit was a 1 piece so I pulled it down and my mom got really embarrassed, because she didn't want people to see my chest. She said, "Honey, I don't want your privates showing." I replied, "Mommy, the sun will destroy the dirt monster!"

I thought I could get a tan by sitting in front of the fireplace. I used to look in the mirror and see that the freckles had occured. I was quite old when I realized the fireplace wasn`t going to help my easter tan much.

when i was little i used to think that if i ever got a cut or scratch on/ or near my belly button it would pop and i would bleed to death...my brother finaly threw my cat at me and my cat scratched me every where. i thought i was a goner!

Up until I was about 9, I thought that if you were to chop off your arm or leg, you wouldnt see blood muscles etc...you would see wires and electric sparks poking out. I wouldn't hesitate to tell my younger relatives this, and my three year old cousin thinks it now!

When I was young, I used to share a bath with my older brother. He had a large mole on his chest, and he told me it was there because I had bitten him! I felt so guilty. I then thought that all moles were bites, and used to really pity some people. My brother milked it for years (Me, not the mole). He had it removed recently. I hope it hurt!

As a kid, I had a vague idea that "cheeks" and "jaws" were two different names for the very same body part. It was just that "cheeks" was a dainty and sweet-sounding word, while "jaws" was a coarse and rather unattractive word. So if I thought of someone as nice and likeable, I'd call the sides of his or her face "cheeks", while I'd use "jaws" for someone I considered mean or unlikeable. In the first grade I had a former friend, with whom I'd had a falling-out. After that the teacher one day accused him of talking when he wasn't supposed to be. He denied that he'd been talking. Then the teacher said, "Oh yes you were! I saw your little cheeks just going up and down!" Boy did I feel exasperated! While I was so out of sorts with this kid, the teacher had so unduly complimented him by calling his body part in question "cheeks" rather than "jaws". "HE has jaws, NOT cheeks!" I was indignantly saying to myself.

Until I was about 11 or so, I used to believe that my maternal grandmother had pressed buttons into my cheeks at night as I slept (when I was a tiny baby). That is what she told me when I asked why I had dimples. I was very gullible as a small child ... and still am, so I am told. :-)

When I was very young I had a habit of tossing my head to get my hair out of my eyes. My grandmother told me she knew a boy who did this and his head came off. I stopped immediately .

I am bald now and quite safe.

When I was little I use to believe that my navel.... or anyone else's for that matter would break open. I use to be scared to touch my navel a lot, because I seriously thought that it would open up causing pain, blood, and my insides would pour out. I know that is not true, but to this day I hate it when my boyfriend tries to poke my stomach near my navel.

As a small child i had always had bangs all my life. Somehow i thougt that everyone in the world had bangs like me, and eveyone who didnt just parted them in the middle for some reason. somehow i just couldnt grasp the fact that people cold grow them out...I dont know why i thought this, but it continued for a long time, till i was about 10.

I use to think small alagators lived inside me and were me, or just about. I thought whenever I got the hickups they were ringing a bell, whenever my arms or legs fell asleep I thought ants were running around in me, and whenever I was hungry, they were getting mad because they were hungry! Weird, huh?

I used to believe that when I grew up, my legs would be slim and elegant and utterly hairless, with dainty ankles and pretty knees. All the women on TV had nice legs and breasts, I knew that I was going to get breasts, and expected to get nice legs too.

I got the boobs, but my legs are still as stumpy as ever!