body parts: general

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 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.

I used to think that my bones would wear out if I bent them too much. I guess I did not understand about joints. So at night, I would sleep with my arms and legs and back perfectly straight so that I would not wear out my bones. Now that I'm 65 with arthritis, I think maybe I was on to something.

I remember when I was 5, I had lost my first tooth. So, as a very curious child would, I asked my mother what the tooth fairy does with the teeth she takes. "i dont know!" A few weeks later, I was watching t.v, and an old man's dentures fell out. I asked my mom why his teeth fell out, and she said they were fake teeth made by a company for old people. I asked what they were made out of, and she said she didn't know.... So, naturally, I thought that's what the tooth fairy did with all the teeth[she made dentures!!!]

I had an uncle named Monroe when I was little who lost both of his legs to diabetes. I thought Monroe meant you had no legs.

When I was little I used to think that men who had lost the hair on the top of their head had lost the top part of their head too and there was a danger that things might fall out if they leant over. It was for this reason that I refused to sit next to my Grandad at the dinner table.

My mother used to say, when we did something physically dangerous, "Stop that, or you'll break your neck." Since breaking things (like a toy) usually meant a part was completely separated from the rest, I pictured someone with a broken neck as having his head broken off. (Which puzzled me even more when I overheard the grown-ups talking about someone who was recuperating from a broken neck, since I figured no one could live after having their head broken off.)

I assumed the same principle applied to broken arms and legs; I was much relieved when a boy in school broke his arm and I saw that he hadn't become a one-armed boy.

When I was small my sister told me she had a spare pair of legs which she used for sunbathing. She said she kept them under the bed and scerwed them on when she needed to.

when i was little, my grandma would clean out my ears after i got of the shower with a q-tip. she told me that she had to get the "monkeys" out of my ears. when i went home the next day, i told my mom to clean the monkeys out of my ear an she seriously thouht there was something wrong with me. she even took me to a shrink. thanks grandma

When I was four, I used to believe that two little men lived inside my nose, so I stuck two M&M's up my nose to see if they would push them out, and they got stuck! I thought I killed them!

I used to believe that your elbow was called your 'Elbone'
Because it's a bone, and when you bend your arm inwards it looks like the letter 'L'

I used to believe that one time, when I was taken to the doctor, they inserted an AA-type battery into my body, for some weird reason. I never knew what it really was, but based on the place where the "battery" was inserted, I think it was a suppository.

I'm not sure why, but when I was little, I used to believe that your chin was a beanbag, and if you ever cut it, all the little beans inside would come spilling out.