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When I was a little kid and fell down and skin my knee, I used to think I was skinning my kidney.
When I was a little girl I always wanted large breasts like my mom. My dad told me one day that if I blew hard on each thumb that they would blow up to be the size of my mom's one day. My parents would catch me in the car at friends houses everywhere blowing on my thumbs so I could catch up to my mom.
I used to believe that a penis was called a bobby because my mum told me... I believed this until I was 15.
When I was very young, one of my mum's very good friends would come round to see us. Me and my sister liked him coming over as he liked to laugh and joke with us and we found him entertaining.
Sometimes he'd be sat on the sofa and we'd run up to him and grab his right leg nad he'd say to us "Careful now, that's my driving leg".
I was convinced that his leg was somehow special or fragile and we should be careful of it because he need it for this mysterious "driving".
It was only when I finally bought my first car 2 years ago (when I was 23) that I remembered and thought about this again and realised how much he'd been having me and my sister on.
When I was younger, I used to believe that Kidneys were really in your knees. I think up until about the fifth grade, i was under that impression. it was baddddd.
I used to believe when women went to get their nails done, the acrylic ones, that they put their hands in a box and it pulls on their nails and makes them longer.
When I was a child I used to believe that our mind is in our chin, I guess because some people rub their chins when thinking about something.
I was convinced by a neighgbour that i have eleven fingers. I was so sure of it I even saw the six fingers on one hand
Somehow i had become of the belief that the brain was as affectionate an organ as the heart, and therefore i would make up and sing love songs about "how my brain loves you"
It was odd however, that by age 6 i still didn't understand the concept of love, but i did understand love songs.
My best friend in elementary school was black. One time on the bus, he must have eaten a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich, and got some jelly on his arm. He licked it off his arm, and I thought he'd cut himself and was sucking some blood off of where he got cut. I believed black people had jelly-like blood.
when i was about 10 or so and in the backseat of the car, my dad said he was pulling over at the next gas station to take a dump. I exclaimed, "but you can't! boys don't have butts!" a year later it occurred to me why my family laughed at me.
When I was really little I thought that the cadavers used for science purposes were people that donated their bodies when they were still alive...and they were killed so they could be used for science. I dont know why I thought that no one ever told me that.
When I was little my parents told me that old ladis had no lips because they ate food off the floor and if I ate food off the floor I would lose my lips too...it worked but its silly that I believed that.
i used to beleive taht when you turned 14 years old you wuld grow an extra toe
I used to believe that showing my bare arms meant that I was naked, so I never wore short sleeves as a kid.
I used to think that all of your baby teeth fell out all at once and you had to eat soup until your new teeth grew in.
i used to believe that your feelings (as in "you just hurt my feelings) rested on your shoulders which was why you kinda slouched a bit when someone hurt you
I used to believe everyone was born with a set number of kisses (all stored in their stomachs) to dispense to loved ones throughout their lives. I had exactly 105.
It was a belief that was instilled in me shortly after I started losing my baby teeth. My grandfather was visiting us and took out his false teeth to sleep and cleaned them in the morning. This was the first time I had seen false teeth and I made the connection that if I were more careful, I would be able to pull all of my teeth out of my mouth at the same time and be able to put them back into my mouth after cleaning or sleep. I was trying to pull out my teeth for like a week before my mom told me otherwise.
When I was elementary school age, I used to believe women had a horizontal, loaf-of-bread-shaped portrusion across their chests. Imagine my surprise. Obviously, I was bottle-fed as a baby.