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My parents convinced me when I was little that I once had a tail and that I had gotten it removed. Mostly my mother. We both have a unique personality, but that was just mea.
I used to believe that I'm the prettiest girl in the world, people will always tell me that when I was young....
Every night my father would come upstairs to say goodnight, and when he would go he always ‘hit’ his head against the wall. I used to believe that he was just being stupid and never learn and I would laugh at him, but when I was about nine years old my father finally told me his trick; he hit his arm against the wall. I was a smart kid, yup.
i used to believe that the inside of our bodies were made from metal and that our stomachs were small trash compactors and our hearts were batteries. my mother had to buy me an anatomy book to convince me otherwise.
I believed that whatever you did to one hand (or side of your body) that you needed to do the same thing to your other hand / side so you would "stay even." Because the side of you that didn't get the special treatment would be jealous!
I wanted people to shake both hands, not just one. And I "painted" my nails with marking pens by doing one thumb, then the other, then both index fingers, etc.
When I was about 3 or 4, there was a woman who lived next door to me who had only one leg. One day I asked her where the other one went and she told me that it hurt so she took it off.
She had a Boxer, those dogs that have no tails, and I asked her if she took off her tail because it was hurting her, too.
My history teacher is extreamly laid-back and we never do much work on Fridays. One day the whole class was sitting around talking when my teacher opens his phone to read a text message and then says "Wow! My boy is 23 inches long!" I went the whole day very upset that my teacher would say such a vulgar thing to his students.
I then realized that he was talking about his son who was born about 2 months earlier. I couldn't believe myself.
I played with Barbies all the time as a little girl, and their lack of nipples led me to believe that my own nipples would fade when I grew up.
I believed that men and women were the same without pants, except that women did not have testicles, just the penis.
I am right handed I believed the left hand was evil. and i'd pretend the right hand beating the left hand cos it was evil..hehe
When I was about 4 or 5, I used to believe that instead of bones, we had metal pipes.
When I was a child, I used to believe that armpits were private parts
My younger brother used to believe that the only reason I had braces was to keep my teeth from falling out of my mouth.
when i was young and one of my teeth where lose i was horrified by the idea that i could swallow my tooth while i slept at night, and i was positive that i would unless i hung my head downward over the side of the bed so it would fall on the floor. but between the boogeyman under my bed and swallowing my tooth i slept very uncomfortable night between hiding under my blankets and hanging my head downwards as best i could.
This is not my belief, but a boy at my school told me he hadn't found out that girls have nipples until only a couple of years a ago (he was about 14?). He thought only men had nipples, not women. I wonder how he couldn't have known!? And for so long!
Up until i was about 8, I thought that your heart was like a locket and you had pictures of the people you love in it. My mom thinks its adorable.
when I was 4 my parents and I were watching a movie and the guy in the movie said something about tits so I asked mom what a tit was and she told me "the brown parts on a girls chest 'and I thought actuall brown spot all over my stomach and chest and I was oh no I dont have tits and I begged mom to take me to the dr cause I though something was wrong with me haha
When I was a child. I used to believe that there were little elves (like the Keebler elves) that operated my body. And when I was sick, it was because the elves were fighting.
I thought for a long time that it was against the rules to put your face in your hands until you were 10 years old.
When my sister was small, she saw my mother take out her dentures, and tried to take her own teeth out. When they wouldn't come out, she was upset because hers were"nailed on" - she believed she was the only one whose teeth didn't come out on command!