body parts: general

I used to think that the inside of people's heads was like the insides of a watermelon, with the white rind, the pink flesh and all the little black seeds.
There was a little boy that I didn't like and I desperately wanted to cut his head open with an axe to find out if my theory was correct.

My dad used to name different "tickle" areas: underarm was a "twillie", behind the knee was a "twasco", and side was a "hambone." I was seriously 14 before I realized no one else called them as such. I'm sure I got a few puzzled looks when I would tell people to quit touching my twillie.

I used to believe that you could take out your teeth like dentures. I watched my grandma take her dentures out, and I tried pulling on my gums. I was disappointed when my teeth wouldn't come out like my grandma's!

My Boyfriend recently admitted to me that up until the time he actually felt one he believed breasts were almost completely solid. He thought (and this is the example he used) that touching them would be like holding a slightly larger than average tennis ball.
He remembers being really confused about why women wore bras as they seemed to him to serve no real function.

I used to think that if you sprayed some perfume/body spray on you right after you sprayed a different one, the different scents would create an explosion and damage.

When my brother was about 3, he used to tell me that when we were born our butts were in front and then moved around to the back. He also believed he was born a girl and I was born a boy, and that we later switched. I, at 5 years old, was so much wiser than he and used to laugh at him.

When my sister was very young, she had the idea that she could, with the help of a pencil, push a cotton ball in one ear and out the other. It of course became lodged tight and after my Ma's valiant efforts to extract it with a Shop-Vac, finally gave in and took her to the ER.

You know sometimes when you are laying down at night, and it is quiet you can hear the blood pumping in your ears? I used to believe it was the sound of trapped bugs that had flown into my ear, marching around, looking for a way out.

My Aunt lost her arm when she was a baby due to a fire. She only had down to her elbow and she told me it was because she bit her finger nails and couldn't stop!! I believed that she had actually chewed her arm off and was VERY scared of that Aunt.

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.

I use to believe that there was little tiny people in my brain and they got to say what I think about and that they were my continuos! Lol there were about 1000 people in my brain

I used to think that when people got their ears pierced, they had to stand against the wall while someone shot the earring out of a gun from the other side of the room.

I use to believe that while having a shower with my father and the water was dripping off his elbow, it wasn't the flow of water running on his arm, but that the flow of water was actually coming out of his elbow tip, like there was a leaking hole.

This is a belief that a friend of mine had right up into her early twenties. We were talking about how little lizards or as we call them in Australia "Gecko's" can loose or let go of their tails if something grabs them by it and then grow another tail. I said wouldnt it be good if scientists could work out how they did it and somehow humans could do the same thing if we lost an arm or a leg, my friend burst out with "but I thought that we could grow back our arms or legs if they got cut off" no wonder everyone called her dilly Lee.

I used to believe that my left hand was my "good" hand and my right hand was my "bad" hand. (I mean morally, not in terms of dominant-handedness.) I think this came from the Bible verse that says something like, "Don't let your left hand know what your right hand is doing." I would feel sorry for my left hand and try to treat it well, but my right hand was always trying to get away with stuff, so I had to be stern with it. I think I had issues as a child...

I used to believe that my father had a hole on the bottom of his chin, because when he ate breakfast cereal he would eat it so fast that the milk would run down his chin and you couldn't see it till it was dripping off of his chin. Making it look like the milk was running right through his chin.

As a small child, I believed that a second set of arms would grow from one's 'underarm.' As I grew up and noticed that no one had two sets of arms, I was convinced that the second pair must grow very quickly and that first pair would fall off in my sleep and disappear.

When I was ten days old, I had menengitis. SO, while running some tests I had a spinal tap and liquid was removed form the base of my spine right? So, I have a little scar there. When I was about 4 I discovered this scar, and I had no idea about the spinal tap. So one day I went into my mom's room, convinced that I had been born with a tail, and I was angry that they'd cut it off. I ran in and said "MOM! WHY DID YOU GET MY TAIL REMOVED?" Confused, she inquired why I thought I had a tail. Sheesh