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When I was about 5 or 6, my dad told me that if I didn't want my nose to stretch out that I should pinch it and it will stop the growing. So as often as I could I would pinch it and sometimes even put a clothespin on it. Eventually I learned, but now when I yawn, since my nostrils flare when I do, I pinch my nose out of habit, and maybe with a bit of hope it will work.
I used to think that maybe people had miscounted, and we actually had 11 fingers. I used to lie in bed and carefully count my fingers over and over, to make sure there were actually 10.
I used to believe that wearing a bra that was too small would make my boobs get smaller.
When I was younger I used to chew on my hair a lot, so my brother told me that if I chewed my hair that I would turn inside out. Needless to say, I never chewed my hair ever again and only when I was in my teens did I realize that it was all just a joke.
When my Fiancee was little her dad used to tell her she had to wash until she was "squeaky clean". She still uses her finger on her chest to see if it squeaks. She's 29.
my grandpa told us that if we put our feet in the river water than fish would think they were worms and eat them off.... I was so scared to go in the river for years!
I was told that if you sleep with a bra on your breast wouldn't grow. Now it's impossible for me to sleep in a bra because it doesn't feel comfortable, and yet I still have small breast.
When my older sister was younger, she thought that her toenails would fall off if anyone touched them. She's still afraid to let anyone touch her feet.
I used to believe that my feelings were in my shoulders.
Me and my sister used to think that our ankles were rocks and we asked my mom how to get the rocks out of our feet.
When I was five, I asked my dad why the right hand was called right. Was the left hand wrong or bad? He must have thought the question was funny, and told me that yes my left hand was my evil hand, and that is why I must do everything right handed. Ever since then, when I knowingly do something wrong, I do it left handed.
I used to believe that an Adams apple was a piece of apple that was stuck in someone's throat.
I used to believe that the mole on my knee was from poking it with a permanent marker when I was about six years old.
I thought if someone with muscles got shot or stabbed in a muscle, said muscle would deflate.
I was at my friends house the other day and her little brother (5 years old I think) came into her room and she was like "DAD TELL HIM TO GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" and her dad was like "Come on Sean, you can go in there untill you grow boobies."
my sister used to believe that it's the pair of shoes that reduce in terms of size not our feet which become bigger than the shoes
I USED TO THINK MY FOOT WAS ACTUALLY DEAD WHEN IT WENT ALL TINGLY. I THOUGHT IT WAS SO SERIOUS WHEN THAT HAPPENED. AND I USED TO SQUINT AT THE CEILING AND IMAGINE THAT IT RESEMBLED PICTURES, OR MOVED A LITTLE BIT AND LOOKED LIKE MOVIE SCENES, BUT LATER MOM TOLD ME IT WAS BECAUSE I HAD A BAD FEVER WHEN I WAS TWO YEARS OLD. magik and the O.T.O betwixt.
when I was a little kid, I was told that if I bleed any part of my body, like my hands or knees, the food that I ate will get out with the bleeding. This belief succeeded in making me stop crying n paying more attention to the scar instead.
My parents always told me that when you make funny faces and the clock turns 12 your face would be that way forever.
I didn't know what "cleavage" meant. I had never heard the word until seventh grade. I figured it out pretty quickly, but before that I thought "showing cleavage" meant wearing pants so low that your butt crack showed.