I used to think if you got your leg cut off there would only be a layer of skin, a layer of meat, and a layer of bone...like a cartoon.
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When I was little I got my forehead and feelings mixed up.
It took me a long time to figure it out too.
I thought your forehead was your feelings.
so when I fell down and hit my head, or knocked myself with something, I would run crying to my mom, hand on my forehead and crying "Mommy! I hurt my feelings!!!"
My brother said that is you feel an earthquick-ish feeling in your foot it will turn blue.
I used to belive my grandad used to take my nose. He would pretend to have taken it off my face with his fist then stick his thumb through his fingers and wiggle it, so it looked like a nose. I was 100% convinced that he had it and used to screem for him to give me nose back!
I was told by my grandad and nanny that if i crossed my eyes and the wind changed direction, they would stay like that. I belived this to be true and told the rest of my friends.
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***I used to believe that if you dug deep enough into your belly button that there would be a secret compartment that had treasures in it.
When I was four, I used to believe that two little men lived inside my nose, so I stuck two M&M's up my nose to see if they would push them out, and they got stuck! I thought I killed them!
when i was little, my grandma would clean out my ears after i got of the shower with a q-tip. she told me that she had to get the "monkeys" out of my ears. when i went home the next day, i told my mom to clean the monkeys out of my ear an she seriously thouht there was something wrong with me. she even took me to a shrink. thanks grandma
On our way to church every sunday morning my grandmother and I would drive through a black neighborhood. One day I asked her when I would be able to play at that park because it looked really cool. She politely told me that the park was for the black people that lived in the town and because I wasn't black that I couldn't play there. (My grandmother was not a racist, nor am I, but back then that's how it was). I thought about it and then asked my grandma, "Well, when I grow up and am black THEN can I play in it?"
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I used to believe that black people were white people dipped in Chocolate. That's what my dad told me...
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i used to belive that if you smashed your hand in a roller your bones would be fine but your arm would be flat
My friends thought i was an alien as my belly button is really big and they said it ate the spaceship up.
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my parents used to tell me and my sisters that if we ate our vegtables our eyes would turn green..
When I was little, my dad told me that I had 'really bad cowlicks' I misheard him and thought he said 'callics' and I decided that callics was a disease; so I asked him one day if I already had my callics vaccinations.
My daughter, now 12, confessed the other day that when she was "little," she thought some people were born with bangs and others were not. She said she felt bad for her friend, Kristin, because she "couldn't have bangs." I asked her when she figured out bangs were a hair style and not a genetic thing. "Probably when Kristin showed up in first grade with bangs," she replied.
When I was younger I used to believe that when your baby teeth fell out, the next ones would be multi-coloured! I have no idea why! It was a very strange thing to think because, obviously, I'd never seen anybody with multi-coloured teeth. I just thought mine would be, for some reason!
When I was little, grown-ups always said to wash your hands with hot water, not cold, because it kills the germs better. So I imagined little red circles with arms, legs, and a face as the germs. I imagined that when you wash with cold water, it just drips into your hands and the germs shiver, but don't go away. But when you wash with hot, a big wave goes inside your hands and the germs scream and run away.
When I was 5, my older sister (who was 15) was wearing flesh colored nylons. Knowing how niave I was, she told me that she had something to show me. She then proceeded to pull on her nylons. I was so horrified by this and for years believed my sister had a stretchy skin disease!
When my cousin was three years old, we (my dad, sister, and I) convinced her that her nose became loose and fell of as baby teeth would. My sister (age 7) said that she already got her "grown-up" nose, and demonstrated by trying to move it back and forth. She purposely make it seem as if it didn't move. Then I (age 4) said that my nose was getting loose, and wiggled it a little. My cousin couldn't wait to get her "grown-up" nose.
My sister and I convinced my younger brother that his cow licks were made out of tradition! He believed that my parents took him to my grandmothers farm and had a cow lick his head! He had cow licks really bad when he was younger.