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When I was smaller (maybe about eight) I used to believe that if I neglected one side of my body it would cease to work/hate me. Everything I did with my right hand, I would have to repeat with my left, if I kicked a door by accident the opposite foot would have to do the same. Occassionally I would just stand there doing various things with opposing hands for ages because I'd lost count. Weirdly, if I didn't do it, I got an odd burning sensation in the 'neglected' body part. I was a weird kid.
When I was younger - 5 or 6 - and I would feel the back of my neck, I used to think M&Ms were in there (instead of my spinal column).
i used to believe that if a person was really stupid u could see through one ear and out the other(i still kinda do)
you know sometimes you have another tooth behind the one that hasnt fallen out yet, i used to believe that these little green frog thingamajigs would be putting another tooth behind the one that just fell out...lol i found that there were no such things when another tooth fell out and there was nothing behind it...].[
I didn't know about blood vessels until I was about 6. I thought that the human body was a blood sack with organs and bones.
Until I was about 8 I believed that your back teeth keep growing in until you have a full circle of teeth.
I used to think that a "stage kiss" meant that the two peoples' lips didn't actually touch but it just looked like they did.
At a family party recently, my seven-year-old cousin told me she could roll her eyes back in her head to see her brain. Playing along, I asked her what color it was. She informed me that it was red, white, and blue, because those are the colors of the flag in the country she lives in.
I used to believe that at night, ant were in my brian carrying out useless information. It ws really just my pulse I was hearing.
when I was about 8-9 yrs old and was always at war with boys my age, I used to believe that men don't know what the female body is like and I would get angry with bra ads to let out such a secret!
When i was a kid i hit my chin on a table and bit my tongue, jest enough to clause it to bleed. When i came home form the doctor's, i noticed the vertical line on my tongue. i thought it was a scar from biteing my tongue. i never wonderd why a horizontal bite wood clause a vertical scar.
I used to believe that when evermy heart pounded too hard that you could see it push against your chest. This also led me to believe that it was trying to escape 'cause it worked too hard.
As we all know, placing a Sea Shell to your ear allows your to hear the sound of the sea. Following the explanation to me of the phrase "I need a word in your shell-like"; which means a word in your ear, I believed you could listen to someone's inner monologue by placing your ear to theirs. Apparently I became quite a pest trying to do this whenever I didn't understand what was going on.
i was scared by my grandmothers false teeth i thought they would bite you
Way before I learned left and right, I always worried because I thought your left and right would always be changing depending on what direction you faced. I thought it would be so confusing to remember which was your left and which was your right.
I used to think that blood flowed down one leg and up the other.
And I'm applying to medical school....
After witnessing my big brother losing a tooth, when I was 4, my dad let me in on a little secret. You start out with baby toes, but eventually you lose them and get your big toes.
I told my friends about it, and we all lived in fear that our toes were going to fall off!
My sister used to tell me that if I cracked my knuckles, then I would have fat knuckles when I grew up. It never stopped me though, and ironically, my knuckles are skinnier than hers!
when i was 3 or 4, i was told to shake-hand with my sis (elder) after a fight & was told to do so with my right hand. i noticed my sis shaking with her left hand (from my view) and thought all the time that women have right hand to their left & vice-versa.
sometimes, i felt my sis is a genius because she used to give directions to the cab-fellow from the man's point-of-view.
When I was very small, I absolutely believed that my brain was run by a bunch of very small men who lived inside (probably Oompa-Loompa-inspired). Each little man was in charge of a different thing; some of them ran my arms and legs, and others aimed my eyes, and so on. My memory was actually a very large set of little drawers (I had been very impressed by the card catalog at the library), and one special little man knew where everything was. So when I wanted to remember something, he went and got it out of the drawer for me.