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When I was little my grandmother told me that when I lost my baby teeth they would be gone forever and I would have to walk around toothless for the rest of my life. I'm told I was extremely distraught over this and balled my eyes out.
When I was around the age of 5 or 6, I began to wonder what would happen if your head was cut off. I had no idea what was inside. I knew it would be red, but I was unsure of the consistency--gooey, runny, or something more along the lines of the inside of a watermelon (which was my best guess at the time). I was very curious, so I asked my mom, but she was shocked and disgusted and refused to discuss it with her young daughter. I spent many years pondering this every once in awhile, but somehow eventually figured it out (not through my own experiments!).
I used to think that everyone had multiple hearts; wherever I felt a pulse, I assumed there was a heart pumping blood there.
I thought nipples disappeared at a certain age because Barbie never had them.
I used to believe that if you breathed in too hard your lungs would stick together and stay that way. At least that's what my older sister told me.
I freaked out when my mom told me that teeth fall out after I lost my first baby tooth and assumed that every other body part would fall off and I would grow new ones.
I used to believe in something called "foot suffocation"- where your foot falls off because it's been suffocated in a plastic bag for too long. I think a neighborhood boy convinced me of this...oddly, I never considered the fact that people wear shoes everyday without "foot suffocation" occurring!
I used to believe that the inside of my body looked like bologna.
My daughter is 4 and no matter how many times I tell her otherwise, she still thinks her boobies are called "paddles". I don't know where she got this concept.
If you could kiss your elbow, you would change genders...forever.
I used to think that fingernails went under your skin all the way up your arms and down your back and when your fingernails grew thats where it was coming from
I used to belief that the birth mark on my dad's leg was where he spilled his coffee... EVERY morning.
When I was little, I thought that when you broke your arm or leg, it literally broke off of your body. (The cast was there to hold in back on, you see.) I remember being absolutely terrified when my grandpa broke his arm when I was about 5 or 6 - I thought they'd have to glue his detached arm back on!
My grandma wore dentures, and when I was five she told me that if I opened my own mouth wide enough my teeth would pop out too. I spent hours trying to get my teeth out of my mouth.
when i was little, thinking about growing taller made me sad because that meant i would be farther away from my feet, who happened to be my very good friends at the time.
My cousin told me that he had a frog in his knee then he flexed his knee cap so it would twitch and that sealed the belief.
I thought your fingers would grow back if they got cut off
I used to believe that my shoulder blades were angel wings under my skin and when I died they would pop out and I would become an angel.
I used to believe that armpits were called "monkey holes" because I'd heard my step brother say that. So I would seriously call armpits "monkey holes."
When i was a kid my sister told me that little people lived under your fingernails and that if it ever came off they would die. i still get wierded out when people pick at their nails.