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i used to pick at my belly button a lot, and my parents got sick of me sitting at the dinner table just picking at my belly button. So they told me that it was only a knot holding my insides in, and if i picked at it too much, all my organs would fall out. The next few months i went around with duct tape over my belly button.
When my brother and I were little, whenever we saw a belly button on tv we would scream and hide our eyes. We thought it was some sort of private part. Like they were naked or something.
I used to believe that the sole purpose of your belly button was to serve as a soap dish. I would lay in the bathtub and puor liquid soap into my belly button, and dip my washcloth into it, and proceed to wash my body.
My mother told me if I plaeyd with my belly button I would deflate like when you untie the knot in a balloon and let it go
I used to believe that the mole in my belly button was a poppy seed from a muffin I ate.
My younger sister used to believe that in everybody's belly button there lived a family of squirrels.
I used to believe that you had an Inee belly button when you were hungry and an outy when you were full. I was such a little dope.
My father told me when I was quite young (2-3) that the bellybutton was connected to the tongue. I used to stick my finger in his bellybutton and his tongue would come out. When it didn't work on me, he said that it was a thing you grew into.
I used to believe that when a woman had a baby it came out through her belly button and when they cut the cord it would form into another belly button for the mum so if a woman had 7 children she would have seven belly buttons all on top of one another! Don't know where that came from...
When I was about 5, I thought that everyone started out as an "outie". Your belly button was a "turbo boost" button, that would make you run very fast. But you only got to do it once. Once you pressed it, it stayed in, and you were an "innie" for the rest of your life. The strange thing is that I actually have a memory of the time that I "used up" my turbo boost. It must be a false memory, but I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to make my belly button come back out so that I could run fast again.
I used to believe that my belly button was my brother. I named him Tummy. Then I got a little older (three) and gave him the more grown up name of Jamie. I told people that I had three sisiters (which I did) and one brother (which was a belly button).
My parents would say eat your vegetables, they're good for your motor. So...of course I believed I had a motor, so I'd take my Dad's keys and stick them in my bellybutton to start my motor instead of eating vegetables. I did this until one day my Dad said, if you stick keys in your bellybutton your rearend will fall off. That's when I started to eat my vegetables.
When i was 7 i believed everything my sister told me. So one day she said if u unscrew your belly button juice would come out. So one day in town my mum said i stood up and was pulling my belly button. When she asked wot i was doin i said i wanted juice. She said her have this carton and i said ( screaming loudly )whats the point when i have my own in my belly button. Apperntly everybody stared. CRINGE!!
When I was little I thought that you breathed through your belly button. I never let my belly button go under water in the bath.
One time when I was about 3 or 4 i was running around the house and triped and fell on a corner of a glass coffee table and it went right into my belly button. So it started bleeding like heck and i was so scared, i thaught the belly button was the hole of evil since fuzz from hell showed up there. I started screaming and crying and saying "oh god help me, Please forgive me for my sins!" everyone came running to see me shirtless staring at my tummy, i finnaly got the guts to tell my mom I wasnt going to be alive tommorow morning, for the devil had gotten me. I laid down and closed my eyes, if i was gonna die it would be a dramatic death. But then i found the antidote to stop death when the devil curses you and makes you fall on the coffe table and stab your belly button, Sunkist Orange Soda. At first I was screaming something about the soda squirting out of my belly button because of the hole there, but I realized soda must have belly button glue in it. Untill i was 9 I belived that i you drank orange soda your belly button will be strong.
When I was in grade school, we were comparing belly buttons. I asked one of the boys (much older than the rest of us) to show me his.
He frowned and said "I don't have one.....I was adopted" with a perfectly straight face! A month later, I made a real idiot of myself when I announced this revelation in health class!
When my baby sister was first born (and I was 4), my older sister convinced me that she was an alein because she had an "out-ie" belly button
I used to believe that if I stuck my finger in my belly button - I wouldn't be able to taste my food. So everytime I was forced to eat gross food my finger would end up in my belly button. Sometimes I still do it without thinking.
I was convinced that bellybuttons did something and worked like actual buttons. for a week I was running around my house pressing my bellybutton seeing what it would turn on. then, when I realized my bellybutton wasn't turning anything on I told my mom I was running away to the circus because I was broken. she laughed and I was so confused.
I used to think that showing your bellybutton was really inappropriate. I remember seeing a poster of the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat with Donny Osmond on it showing (gasp) his bellybutton. My mom told me we were going to see his show, and I said, "No! I don't want to see his bellybutton!"