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I used to believe that an Adams apple was a piece of apple that was stuck in someone's throat.
I used to believe that the mole on my knee was from poking it with a permanent marker when I was about six years old.
I thought if someone with muscles got shot or stabbed in a muscle, said muscle would deflate.
I was at my friends house the other day and her little brother (5 years old I think) came into her room and she was like "DAD TELL HIM TO GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" and her dad was like "Come on Sean, you can go in there untill you grow boobies."
my sister used to believe that it's the pair of shoes that reduce in terms of size not our feet which become bigger than the shoes
I USED TO THINK MY FOOT WAS ACTUALLY DEAD WHEN IT WENT ALL TINGLY. I THOUGHT IT WAS SO SERIOUS WHEN THAT HAPPENED. AND I USED TO SQUINT AT THE CEILING AND IMAGINE THAT IT RESEMBLED PICTURES, OR MOVED A LITTLE BIT AND LOOKED LIKE MOVIE SCENES, BUT LATER MOM TOLD ME IT WAS BECAUSE I HAD A BAD FEVER WHEN I WAS TWO YEARS OLD. magik and the O.T.O betwixt.
when I was a little kid, I was told that if I bleed any part of my body, like my hands or knees, the food that I ate will get out with the bleeding. This belief succeeded in making me stop crying n paying more attention to the scar instead.
My parents always told me that when you make funny faces and the clock turns 12 your face would be that way forever.
I didn't know what "cleavage" meant. I had never heard the word until seventh grade. I figured it out pretty quickly, but before that I thought "showing cleavage" meant wearing pants so low that your butt crack showed.
I used to believe that the soul was an actual physical organ of the body like the liver or the stomach.
It was yellow, and shaped like a lighning bolt. About 20cm long it sat just under the left brest.
I use to think that my whole entire Belly was my stomach, i never really thought about the other organs in my belly i just that it was one big stomach where all my food went.
Okay. For a while, up until last summer, I somehow thought I could get a deadly disease through my own blood or something, or maybe thought I could somehow pass a horrible disease to my guardians if they touched me and I was wearing an even-slightly-bloodied article of clothing. So I was afraid of my own blood, and the Time Of Month was even worse because of that. I was afraid to touch my own blood. Finally my guardian told me how futile it was to fear my own blood...I already know what's in MY blood.
I still do not like getting blood on things, even my own blood, but at least now I know a disease isn't gonna magically appear out of thin air if I get my blood on something.
When I was a very young child for some reason my mother told me that armpits were "private places" and I should never look at anyone's bare armpit. I grew up believing this and didn't realize it was not so until I was about fifteen. I've asked my mother several times if she remembers telling me that armpits were private, but she does not and denies ever saying something so ridiculous. To this day (I am 22 years old) I still get shy when I see a bare armpit.
i used to believe that boys had three balls and everyone had the same birthmark as me on their wrist.
When I was young, I couldn't figure out how my insides fit together. I finally decided that it was like the sky at night, very dark, and that my organs just floated around in there, like stars.
I used to believe that you could take out your teeth like dentures. I watched my grandma take her dentures out, and I tried pulling on my gums. I was disappointed when my teeth wouldn't come out like my grandma's!
After my Grandpa got cancer I accidentally slammed my elbow on a counter. It hurt so bad that I was sure I had cancer too. So, when no one was around I would stick my arm in the microwave to treat it.
Growing up in a predominaely french family, most of the adults i came into contact with wore dentures. So i thus came to believe that the only people who wore dentures were french. I was shocked as a young adult to see my first non french person who wore dentures.
When I was around 10 and was finally starting to grow boobs, (yes they were mosquitoe bites, but they hurt like HELL!) I thought that I was getting breast cancer. Of course I was too embarrased to ask about it, so this went on for about a year. I actually thought that because one side was growing more, and hurt more than the other, that I definitely had cancer on that side.
When I was young I believed that little cartoon mice lived in my head and controlled my body... For example, when I went to sleep my dreams were either acted out by them or they would play a movie for me. Or, when I had to go to the washroom it was because they traveled down my body and turned on a tap.