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In honor of my late uncle I'd like to post this belief.
When I was around 5 my uncle slammed his thumb in the car door and it cracked so he had to go to the emergency room to get it removed. He was gone for hours and when I asked him what took so long he said that your fingernails and toenails are connected so the had to pull his toenail out too. I really thought they pulled his toenail out through his finger, and believed that toenails and fingernails were connected until I was 20.
I believed that there was such thing as a piano donor just like an organ donor. That was when i had no idea what an organ donor was.
Whenever I woke up from a nightmare I thought someone was coming up the stairs to see if I was alright. The steps would be slower and quieter, then fade away. It took me years to realize that the sound was my heart pounding.
When I was very little, my mom took me to the grocery store. We saw a man with a hump on his back. My mom had recently had my sister so I knew what pregnat was. I, being usualy quiet, blurted out," Look, Mommy, he's going to have a baby!" She was embarrased but she told me that the man understood.
Ok when i was like 3-4 my sis told me that when your born you have no butt crack so the docters take a butter knife and chop a line so theres a butt crack!
When I was little, my brother used to pretend to steal my nose, and then he would pretend to flush it down the toilet, I believed he had acctualy taken it and I cried for days thinking I would never smell anything again.
My Nan used to tell me Germans would destroy my teeth if I didn't brush them at night. For years I'd go to bed with visions of Nazi's bashing my teeth with their guns. Finally, aged around 8 I realised she was talking about germs.
At the same time I believed I had fleas living in my hair as my dad used to sit me down and break their backs with his nails. The sound of the nails cracking was pretty effective and I used to sit dead still while he spent several minutes saying: "Here's one, snap!' "Hold one! And another one!" Etc.
Finally, I was very confused as to why our neighbours, the Meek family, (three boys around my age who tortured earth worms) would inherit the earth. I used to glance at Robert during school assembly racking my brains trying to work out why they were the chosen ones.
I formed a belief that the older you were, logically the bigger your feet. I could never figure out why on earth my dad had bigger feet than my grandfather-it made absolutely no sense!-and my mom couldnt even begin to try to explain it to me...
I must have been 6 or 7 When I was told that we need oxygen to live. I thought we had boxes of oxygen inside of our bodies. I prayed that I had enough for a long, long life.
I used to believe that our insides were made completely out of tuna
When I was younger, I used to believe that Kidneys were really in your knees. I think up until about the fifth grade, i was under that impression. it was baddddd.
My sister told me that if I could kiss my elbow I would change into a boy. I never disproved her on this.
As a child I was convinced that tooth fillings would turn your teeth black. I was 36 years old before I got the courage to ask my dentist if this was true, and she looked at me like I was insane.
I used to believe that people's brains differed in colours. I always wanted purple brains for some reason.
I used to think that the roof of your mouth was made of teeth, laid like tile. It sure felt that way, until I asked when those teeth would fall out, and was shown the roof of my mouth in a mirror.
My grandfather used to stick his thumb in his mouth, blow hard, and his biceps would bulge up and 'inflate' and he would say "see I have big muscles whenever I want". So I used to get caught with pins, knives etc, carving away at my thumb till it bled, trying to punch a hole right through to my bicep so I could have big muscles too. My other grandad had a finger missing and I was told that his muscle operation went wrong cause he tried to do it himself, so I stopped doing my own surgery after that...
When I was sitting on the bed I was practicing my speech with my father and my older brother. I was only about 6 year olds. I forgot how this came up but someone said the word Anus...I have no idea why but I said, "Can you eat an Anus?" My brother and dad were laughing histerically. My dad hugged me and all he could say was,"I love you..." I'm 13 now and I know what an anus is. >.< I'll always remember that for my father died a few years ago. This just brings back the best of memorys.
When I smelled something bad, my Mom used to say it was my upper lip. I actually believed that. I know she was cracking up inside watching me lift my upper lip to my nose to smell it all those years.
When I was little, I used to think that a heart attack meant that a brigade of germs would attack your heart and rip it to shreds with little spears.
When I was young, I used to believe people went to body shops when they broke and arm or leg. I was terrified of ever breaking anything because the places seemed so dirty. I imagined a dingy room filled with arms and legs....the cast was used to heal the new arm onto the old one. I simply didn't think cars were important enough to name entire shops after them.