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i used to think that if i frowned my face would stick like that and would always be like that. so i only frowned like once when i was little
Soul looked exactly like heart (anatomically correct heart, not "heart shape"), only it was on the right side of your body and it was transparent (not invisible).
That's how I imagined souls in Heaven/hell/purgatory too - hundreds of transparent heart muscles.
i used to belief that if i made a weird or funny face at someone that me face would stay like that forever! my mom told me that when i was really little.
When I was a kid I was very chubby, and I used to think that I could get rid of the weight by slicing it off with a knife...
I used to believe that if you brain was dead, then you couldnt stay alive no matter what. Well that is technically true, but my mother recently told me of certain machines that can keep the rest of your body working while your brain is dead! Isn't technology great?
when i was a kid i , for some reason, truly believed that grown ups dont have butts (dont ask me why)! so you could imagine my shock when i walked in to our maid's room after she had taken her shower and saw her butt!!!!
i used to believe that a birthmark is where you came out of your mama. i.e. if you had a birthmark on your leg, you came out of your mama's leg.
I believed that if you had a frown on your face, it would stay like that forever. That taught me to never frown again!
I grew up with baggy pants and low fitting pants, so for most of my life I thought my waist was where my hips are. It was my mom who finally explained to me that I am supposed to wear my pants higher. I never got out of the habit of wearing pants on my hip line.
Thanks a lot, dumb fads.
P.S. I am only 13 now.
When I was young, I used to believe people went to body shops when they broke and arm or leg. I was terrified of ever breaking anything because the places seemed so dirty. I imagined a dingy room filled with arms and legs....the cast was used to heal the new arm onto the old one. I simply didn't think cars were important enough to name entire shops after them.
i used to belive my dad had a chainsaw and would cut my foot of at night if i kept my foot at the end of the bed....
I "sprouted" early, I also swallowed a nickle, so when I started to grow I panicked thinking that my nickle grew inside of me and was stuck in my chest.
For the longest time, maybe till about 13 or 14 years old, i believed that nasal mucus was the "forgotten memories" brain matter being cleared out to make way for new memories to regenerate new brain matter. If you ask me it kinda makes sense.
I have always had this phobia since about the age of 5, I have to cover my feet up in bed in case any body comes and chops my toes off.
When I was 7 one of my playmates told me that if you accidentally swallowed one of your loose teeth, the tooth would grow out of your boobie. She was very positive about this, so of course, I believed her.
When I was a little girl, I seen my younger cousin being changed && I was so confused that he didn't have parts lyke mine. So, I reported to everyone that Bradley had devoloped a tail && that if we didn't get him to the hospital, he may turn in to a dog. My grandma told me that all boy's had tails. I was amazed. So everytime we went out to town for w/e reason, I would exclaim to every boy I seen, "Do you have a tail lyke Bradleys?" Needless to say, didn't get out much until I was older.
When I was little and uniformed on the contents of the human body I imagined that underneath our skin was dirty, yellow styrofoam. I tried to rip my arm off multiple times thinking I could just glue it back on.
When I was little, I used to pull my belly button untill one day, my dad told me that you can blow up if you pull your belly button
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I used to...you know the rest!That if you spit on the phone it would go into the other person's ear!when you farted on the phone..........EEEEWWWW!!
when i was a kid my mom told me that when i cut my finger, the food i eat would come out of the wound. one day i pricked my pinky and was actually afraid that my fried chicken would come out of it whole. i believed that till i was six.