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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.
I was nine when I started getting boobs...one day out of the blue i finally noticed them (wasnt very observant) and I started crying and freaking out. My cousin who is one year older then me found me and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was getting boobs and therefore, would never be able to sleep on my stomach again, because if I did it would be painful. She then explained to me that her mom slept on her stomach all the time. I then got so excited that I decided to do a bellyflop on the bed in celebration....NEVER AGAIN! -_-
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.