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I grew up eating every scab, blister, fingernail, etc. that came off my body because my sisters had previously convinced me that unless ingested, the particular part would never grow back.
From preschool to 1st grade I thought that every boy had a "henis."
I actually believed males had a uterus. I believed this until I was 13. I thought it had something to do with producing urine.
WHEN I WAS LITTLE I USED TO THINK THAT GIRLS GET BOOBS BY ONE DAY GOING TO SLEEP AND IT JUST HAPPENS
I used to think that breasts were long, trunk-like things attached to a woman's chest, and they had to wear bras to keep from tripping over them.
When I was really young, obviously before I'd ever seen someone hurt or cut... I used to believe that our blood was the same colour as our skin and that everyone had different coloured blood!
I used to believe that when a guy turned old he would grow boobs so my grandfather had surgery on his upper chest and his breasts were sagging and we all went swimming and he took his shirt off and i screamed " look dady he got his boobies!" and everybody started laughing i had no clue what happedned. i was like 4
I used to believe that we all had clockwork hearts that had been wound up all the way to the end when we were born and and were ticking away during our lifetimes, and when the clockwork key had run out we'd die. I also thought if we were to take a tumble or fall the clockwork heart could break or get damaged and stop working. I was never worried about rust though, for some reason.
When I was little and being a brat, my grandmother used to threaten to rip my whiner out (the "whiner" being the part of my body that caused me to whine). My mother fully supported this threat. Once she even went so far as to put me up on the kitchen counter and take out a knife. I had to promise to stop whining so that she wouldn't remove my whiner.
...to be honest, the threat never kept me from whining, it just made me think my grandmother was mean.
When I was little I tucked my hair back behind my ears. My mom told me if I kept doing this my ears would get huge. I believed her and tried not to do it again
My mom has this weird crease, which look like stitches, going from left to right on her nose. So, I ask her what that line was about. She told me that she was born without the lower portion of the nose and the line I saw were the stitches of her plastic surgery. It was not only her but even the rest of my family used to said that to me. So, I thought it was the truth till last year when my mom decided that 15 years of fooling me was enough and told me the truth FINALLY!!!!
i thought getting circumcised was to get the head of the penis cut off
when I was young I was always the tallest person in my class and i was upset by it, so i thought that if i slep with my legs bent that i would not grow anymore, I did that for a while, then later found out that it would mot stop me from growing
when I was a kin I used to think people that "sold themselves on corners" actually sold parts of their bodies to people who didn't have any. Imagine my surprise when I found out the truth!
You know sometimes when you are laying down at night, and it is quiet you can hear the blood pumping in your ears? I used to believe it was the sound of trapped bugs that had flown into my ear, marching around, looking for a way out.
I used to think that when my arm would fall asleep that it was raining inside my arm
i used to believe that my feeling lived in my knee.
so naturally,when ever some one said their feelings were hurt, id go run and grab a [patterned] bandaid, and put it on their knee.,
or if i couldnt reach their knee, on their shin.
weh i was little at night when i was trying to fall asleep i could hear my heartbeat and i thought it was a tiny train going through my head from one ear to the other
When i was younger i used to think that boys werent born with penises and that when they turned 13 they had to go to hospital to get one put on (this theory was thought of because when my brother was 13 he had to get an operation done on his. i thought he was just getting one put on) This also followed up by me thinking that if you wanted a baby girl youd just not take them to the hospital at puberty and that you just called them baby until you decided what gender you wanted.
When I was little, I had a dolly whose head fell off, then coinsidently, my mum had an ornament whose head fell off. It must have really scared me because from then on I walked around with my hands on my head because I guess I believed my head would fall off if I didn't hold it on.