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When I first learned it was rude to stick up your middle finger at someone I thought it applied even if you are counting with you fingers so for a long time I wouldn't count on my fingers in public for fear someone might think I was giving them the finger!
I used to believe that my heart (everyone's heart for that matter) was in the shape of a heart and swung on a chain like a pendulum. I thought a heartbeat was it tick-tocking like a clock. This made me a bit uneasy when I did summersaults or was otherwise upside down.
My parents told me when I was little that the little bumps you get on your tongue that sorta hurt were called "lie bumps" so if I got one, it meant that I told a lie. I believed this up until I was in high school....kinda not really thinking about what I was actually believing. I still call them lie bumps when I get them.
When I was six or seven I was led to believe that if I were to swallow my baby teeth they would start to grow on my bum.
I used to have weird ideas about anatomy. I used to think mums corns on her feet were actually pieces of sweetcorn she had eaten and they had travelled to her toes and got stuck. I also used to think that your bladder and bowel were a small ladder and desert bowl floating around in your tummy, I always imagined the bowl as pretty fine china. Finally I though that when I bled from a cut I was draining from the head down and by the time I was 10 by brain would be dry.
When I was 5 years I came to the conclusion that
when i was married and had a bit thirsty i could take i little of milk from my wife's breast
I used to think that my body was hallow and tiny people were living in it.
When I was little, my mother told us that ear wax was duck poop. Every time she cleaned mine and my brothers' ears, she would quack. Whoever had the most "duck poop" got the loudest quack. We were always competeing and trying to make more duck poop in our ears.
When I was younger my mum told me that cavities in your teeth are caused by small worms burrowing and living in the tooth! I believed this till I was about 12!
I remember when I was 5, I had lost my first tooth. So, as a very curious child would, I asked my mother what the tooth fairy does with the teeth she takes. "i dont know!" A few weeks later, I was watching t.v, and an old man's dentures fell out. I asked my mom why his teeth fell out, and she said they were fake teeth made by a company for old people. I asked what they were made out of, and she said she didn't know.... So, naturally, I thought that's what the tooth fairy did with all the teeth[she made dentures!!!]
When I was about 13, I had heard that an original champagne glass was modelled on Marie Antoinette's breast. I was familiar with the long thin champagne flutes to be the original champagne glasses and it wasn't until I was the age of about 18 that I realised the original champagne glasses were wider and shallower. For all that time I thought that Marie Antoinette had really long thin boobs!
I used to believe that everybody used to have a tail that grew out of your tailbone, but you got it cut off at birth. Same with shoulder blades-- or, as my mother called them, wing-buds.
When I was younger I saw my mom doing laundry and when she pulled out a bra I asked her what it was. She told me it was a 'boobie hanger' So for the longest time I thought that was actually what it was called. Needless to say I was embarrassed when it came time to get a bra :D
When I was younger, my Uncle was, and is still, extremely fat. When we would ask him why his stomach stuck out so much, he would say there was an alien living inside of it.
I used to believe the bones in my arms were snakes.
I used to think if you hung upsidedown too long your head would fall off because of all the blood.I was afaid to hang upsidedown 'til i was 10
I scraped open my knee one day. My father used iodine to clean it which as you all know burns like hell. So to make me brave my Dad told me that the pain I was feeling was the healing of my wound. Little did he know that I would then become obsessed with ripping the crust off of every wound I had for years since this in my mind sped up the healing process.
I used to believe that at the tops of my nostrils (inside my nose) there was a man who would go back and forth to each nostril. He had like clothes and a beard and everything. He had a shovel and would dig for buggers and mucus behind my nose and pour it into each nostril like he was mining coal or shoveling snow.
My mom told me never to cut my nails after dark cause "its bad luck". I kinda still believe it even if it is stupid:-)
When I was younger, about 6, I used to believe that my testicles were a spare pair of eyeballs, in case something happened to the set in my head.