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I used to believe the blood in your body was just there, not going through the veins. I started believing this when I got a cut and it bled.
When i was little i used to think that my foot was a "naughty part" that no one else was supposed to see.
thanks to my older cousin, i used to believe that the dentist had to drill little holes in every tooth to put braces on you.
As a kid, I use to believe that candles were made out of ear wax.
Until I was about 6 I always freaked out if I got any cut that bled. It was not until my dad explained to me that my body would make more that I finally was able to rest easy after bleeding. You see, I thought that the blood that was in my body was given to me at birth and it was all I would ever have, thus if I lost it it was gone forever.
I use to think that whatever your favorite color was, that was the color of your blood. My favorite color back then was green, but whenever I told someone they asked why mine was red then and I never had an explanation.
i used to believe that i had a problem because i had a "tongue string", as i called it...which in actuality, everyone has, but i was eating pizza one day and decided that it was time to cut it off because it was bothering me so much...i still can't look at the underneath of tongues...
I used to believe that you had to brush your teeth to get the food particles out because if you didn't, when you slept, little bugs would get in your mouth to eat the food and in the process would eat your teeth causing cavities.
i used to believe that ur right kidney was ur soul...i really dont know y...
I had a babysitter in grade school who I asked why viens my are blue if my blood is red. She told me this was simply because y mblood was blue in my body but became red the instant it was mixed with oxygen. This made plenty of sense because bruises, which I classified as cuts under my skin, were blue too.
when i was younger i thought that if someone "hurt your feelings" that it hurt in the back of the teeth.....obviously mistaking "feelings" for "fillings"
I had a friend when I was younger who told me your tailbone was there because all people are born with tails, but they chop it off at the hospital before you come home. I asked my parents later that night if all humans once had a tail, and I guess they thought I meant millions of years ago so they told me humans did have tails at one point. I went around for years believing I once had a furry tail.
my mom told me that when i sniffed the boogers back up my nose i was sniffing them into my brain. this was her way to get me to lbow my nose. i still sniff a lot anyways.
My mother told me that if I did not keep my ears clean, potatoes would grow in my ear canals. The thougt terrified me.
I was told in Sunday school that males had one rib less than females and the reason was that Eve was made from Adam's rib.
Before ultrasound was able to determine sex of a fetus, I suggested to my parents that an x-ray could be taken of the fetus and count the ribs. Naturally they thought that was funny and so I never forgot the humiliation.
I where about four years old and I happend to see my fathers private parts. I belived my dad had a door handle! I was so scared that dad had someone inside of him. I asked my mum and she explened to me about wee wees and pee pees for the first time. They still make jokes about this.
I thought that when the doctor tapped your knee to check your reflexes, that your leg was not suposed to move. I would hold it as still as possible. They never said anything was wrong with me.
Due the the fact that my Mother had two children and two breasts, I believed the neighbor who had 3 children, had 3 breasts.
Whenever i heard that a football player had been penalised i was always amazed that football had such harsh punishments. Turns out that their groins were still intact.
Up until the age of 4 or so, I would wave bye to everyone with my hand waving bye to myself because that's how I saw everyone else's hands. So, my family started waving bye to me, showing the back of their hands and waving to themselves. I would stare at the back of my hand and wave correctly to them, because that's what I saw.