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I lived near a high school when I was growing up, and one day I asked one of the football players coming home after a game what he had in his duffle bag. He told me that football was a violent sport, and he had body parts of the players that got beaten up in the game - I believed him for years, and concluded that he was taking them home to bury them in his backyard!!
When I was about 5, I thought body shops were where people when when they broke an arm or leg. I imagined racks of arms and legs hanging from the ceiling. If you broke something, you went to the body shop and they replaced it. The cast was because it was healing together. I was terrified because they looked to be such filthy places and I couldn't imagine that car bodies were important enough to have whole shops named for them.
When I was little my mom told my brother and I that when you lie your tongue turns black. Whenever she thought we weren't telling the truth she would make us open our mouths so she could "inspect" our tongues. It was so smart because we would always confess before she even got the chance to look in our mouths. I think I was 10 before I finally realized my mom made it up. The woman is a genius because I never lied, and still don't to this day.
Before I knew about the various internal organs I thought people were just filled with some green slimy stuff called “guts”
I used to believe that when your foot was falling asleep, your brains were actually falling down into your foot.
My cousin and I are 11 days apart. She and I were always competing in everything together. As we started to develop, a friend of the family told us, if we ate a lot of carrots our boobs would grow. According to the friend, that was why carrots were pointy. My cousin and I would eat a bag of baby carrots every day or 2. To this day our ongoing joke is that she must have ate more carrots than me.
My mother had dentures from just shortly after she got out of high school. Therefor I grew up watching her take her teeth out every night and of course she explained that she got them when her teeth fell out.
Until I was 10 years old I thought everyone's teeth just fell out at a certain age and then you got dentures.
I was really bummed when I found out the truth. I'd had big plans to get an extra set for myself with fangs.....
I used to believe that my shoulder blades were angel wings under my skin and when I died they would pop out and I would become an angel.
when i was little, thinking about growing taller made me sad because that meant i would be farther away from my feet, who happened to be my very good friends at the time.
My grandma wore dentures, and when I was five she told me that if I opened my own mouth wide enough my teeth would pop out too. I spent hours trying to get my teeth out of my mouth.
When I was little, I thought that when you broke your arm or leg, it literally broke off of your body. (The cast was there to hold in back on, you see.) I remember being absolutely terrified when my grandpa broke his arm when I was about 5 or 6 - I thought they'd have to glue his detached arm back on!
I used to believe that after a person had surgery the surgeon would run them under a giant sewing machine to stich them together again
Someone told me that if I turned my head real fast I could bite my own ear, so I almost ended up with whiplash and still didn't bite it. And my grandma told me that if I kissed my own elbow I would be able to fly. Feh.
I used to believe that my backside was perfectly round, so when my Mom gave me a smack and it hurt a LOT I looked in the bathroom mirror, noticing for the very first time that my butt had a crack and told my Mom "You broke my bottom!"
I used to think that when you signed an organ donor card, they would come and take you away and take your organs out straight away. I remember watching my mum fill one in, getting really upset and running off with it and tearing it up! I didn't want them to come and kill her!
i used to believe that if i did an action with one half of my body (i.e. wiggle my left toes) that I would have to do it on the other side of the body as well, or it would get jealous.
when little i always thought my heart was in my bottom because my grandmother always patted my there and said "bless your little heart."
A teacher who was explaining evolution said, if we dont use something, eventually it will be gone. She used the pinky toe as an example, meaning it might be a vestige someday. My friend took it literally though, and proceeded to exercise her pinky toes for months so it wouldn't fall off.
When I was around three or four years old I was in a supermarket with my mom when I saw an older lady in a wheel chair who was missing a leg. I was convinced that someone stole it, and I imagined how proud my mom would be if I found the thief.
When I was smaller (maybe about eight) I used to believe that if I neglected one side of my body it would cease to work/hate me. Everything I did with my right hand, I would have to repeat with my left, if I kicked a door by accident the opposite foot would have to do the same. Occassionally I would just stand there doing various things with opposing hands for ages because I'd lost count. Weirdly, if I didn't do it, I got an odd burning sensation in the 'neglected' body part. I was a weird kid.