I used to believe that my backside was perfectly round, so when my Mom gave me a smack and it hurt a LOT I looked in the bathroom mirror, noticing for the very first time that my butt had a crack and told my Mom "You broke my bottom!"
When I was about 5, we had an encylopedia with overlays of all the human body systems, everything labeled. I searched many times over looking for the part named 'soul', couldn't find it. I figured that its location was a secret and was afraid to ask about it.
I used to believe that the ridges on the roof of my mouth spelled out "MADE IN JAPAN" just like the words on the bottom of my doll's foot.
As a small child, I was practically blind, having "lazy eye" (which means that I was amblyopic) and being quite far-sighted - in other words, I couldn't focus on close objects, so I had never seen myself in a mirror. At the age of five, I underwent two eye surgeries, one for each eye, to correct my bad case of the cross-eyes. Once that healed, I was fitted with glasses to correct my far-sightedness. I could see! Upon returning home, I was so excited that I would finally be able to see my face in the mirror (on the drive home, I hadn't bothered to look at my parents or the faces of anybody else - I was too busy exploring the car upholstery in the back seat). I ran to the bathroom, jumped up on the toilet seat and climbed over to the bathroom sink to get a good look at myself. My mother came running at my shrieks of terror. Since my knowledge of my appearance was based upon a rather juvenile sense of touch, I thought that I had two noses, one for each nostril. My mother was quite unable to understand why I kept crying, "I only have one nose! Why?? I only have one nose!!"
When I was in the 7th grade my best friend told me something he had believed when he was little. He thought your Adam's apple was a little bucket on a track. Whenever you swallowed, the bucket filled up with food at the back of the mouth, went down, and dumped it before going back up ready foor the next load.
I used to believe that one foot was better than the other. The sheets on my bed were always messed up in the morning because my feet had been fighting during the night trying to prove that one was better than the other.
After learning that every person has a soul, I wondered where in the
body it could be located. Every body part seemed occupied. I finally
concluded that the chin was the only part without a function, so the
soul had to be housed there!
My dad and the guy next door had both lost a finger in separate accidents before I was born. I remember thinking that all men, when they reached a certain age, had one of their fingers fall off.
i used to think that when people said their legs fell asleep it meant that their legs were actually getting rest, so when mine fell asleep, i would try not to disturb it.
When I was very young a friend of my mother would come to visit. Her leg had been amputated and when she would drink coffee I waited with great anticipation thinking that the coffee would drip out any minute.