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Being a little girl I always had an admiration for precious rocks and loved to collect them. I knew that gold was something very valuable and shiny. I used to believe that the bits of crud that gather in the eyes during the night were gold and every morning I checked my eyes to see if I had any. I used to keep them in a small bowl with my other rocks hidden were no one could find and steal “my gold”. I don’t know why I used to think that; but maybe it is because it had like a gold color and felt like a tiny rock.

As a child I believed that your belly-button was your "done spot". God would walk done the rows of babies waiting to be born, inspecting each one. If the baby was ready, he would push his finger into the stomachs and say "Your Done My Child time to be born".

When my friend was little, she lived in New York City where your hands get flaky if you dont use lotion, which she didn't. One day her older brother told her that she had the NATO disease and would turn into a lizard. He used her flaky hands as proof and told her that her veins were really just discoloration and that she would turn green!

When I was about 4 I asked my mum what my tongue was made of and she said "blood vessels." For the next 14 years I thought that my tongue was made of arteries and if I cut it badly I would bleed to death.

At age 18 I went to medical school and was really annoyed with my mum after a couple of weeks there when I found out my tongue is mostly muscle. Her excuse is that she didn't know so she just made up an answer. Years of worry for nothing!

when I was 3 or 4 I asked my mom why people had freckles. She told me that they where stains in your skin. For years I would try to scrub away my freckles thinking that they where dirt stains.

when i was little my grandma told me that if i unscrewed my belly botton my butt would fall off so when any one tryed ti tickel my belly i would run and scream no!

i went with my mother when she went to get her ears pierced when i was younger and there was a sign of all the piercings they did.. and they did scrotom piercings and back then i didnt know what that was so when i asked my mother she told me it was the skin in between your toes so i went around telling people i was gettin my scrotom pierced

I used to beleive that itching was caused by tiny little people running around on my skin. Now I find it hard to believe this until until I was about 10 years old.

During the war years - I must have been about 4 at the time - I remember having a small red spot on my arm. I was quite proud to tell people "a bomb did dat.."!

when i was littler, i had this body game for the computer that i loved. (it would explore places like the brain, hand, tummy, etc.) When you got to the fingernails, it showed that little people where in there and the nails are all rolled up on a special machine. for the longest time, i thought that if you pushed on the skin right above your nail, your nail would grow because of those little people in you nails

You know when you get a cut; you bleed. I was around five and I knew this to be true. I figure if skin bleeds so does your hair when you get it cut. Whenever I got my hair cut, I would cry and yell and fight so I would not my haircut so I would not bleed to death.

When I was a kid I had some really difficult curly hairs that would get tangled 5 minutes after they were brushed (still do). I loved cows, so my mom told me that little cows were walking around on those hairs and tangling them. We affectionately called them my 'cow hairs'.

When I was little I had lots of imaginary friends, and used different voices to pretend to be each of them. My mom told me that my voice would get stuck like that if I did it too often.

One day, (and I was like 3 and am female) my voice did change, and has been changed ever since, I swear!

I have two different colored eyes. (one brown and one light blue). When I was little I noticed that everyone had eyes that were both the same color so i aked my father why mine were different. He said it was becuase when I was born, one of my eyes didn't work,and that I would have to get it removed and then replaced with a different eye. But in my case, they didn't have any brown eyes left to put in my socket, so they used a blue one. I beileved this story until about three years ago (I'm 15 now). My friends have give me the nickname odd-eyed Sage because of it. Yikes...

A few days ago, it was a friend's birthday, and I jokingly commented, "I hope he doesn't come to school in his birthday suit." My boyfriend looked blankly at me and said, "We have to wear uniforms. He can't wear a special outfit because it's his birthday!" After taking my boyfriend aside and explaining that being in your birthday suit meant being naked, he looked very embarassed. He's a senior in high school, and he thought until that day that a birthday suit was a special outfit that you only wore for special occasions.

When I was about 4, my Mum was telling my brother how the heart was just like a pump. I was convinced that I would blow up like a balloon, and cried my eyes out.