body parts: general

I was about 5 when I heard my uncle was coming for a visit. They said he had a broken arm. I cried and said I didn't want to see my uncle because I imagined his arm was just hanging there all broken and mangled.

When i litte I used to think that if you had a birth mark,wherever it was situated on your body that was the part of your body that came out first during birth.?? I have one on my stomach so was really confused and thought how awkward that must of been what with my stomach coming out first and thinking how flexible babies must be ha ha

When I was a little girl, about 5 I guess, my parents told me that some day I'd grow adult teeth, permanent ones. I thought these teeth would grow in beside my baby teeth, and I'd have two sets in my mouth at the same time.

I used to believe that your memories were kept in a file drawer in your chest. Grown-ups could always tell stories about a long time ago because they knew how to open their memory drawers. I couldn't find my handle, so I didn't have as many memories.....Funny, I still haven't found my handle and I still forget all kinds of tings...........

I used to belive that our blood wasnt carried by veins and arteries. i thought that we were just filled up with blood like milk in a carton. And the blood just stayed there, it didnt move. I thought all our organs were floating in our blood too.

when i was little i used to think that getting on your nerves was standing on something called a nerve and when someone told me i was getting on their nerves i would say " no im not im off".

For some reason...unbeknownst to us all, my grandmother told us that if we ever kissed our elbow we would turn into the opposite sex. I had no idea what that was about since we had never tried such a thing! I don't even know if it can be done. I am ashamed to say, I have always been afraid to try on the off chance I make contact! :-)

My dad made me believe that he could tell wen I was lying or not. He'd tell me to stick out my tougne, if it was white I was telling the truth and if it was black I was lying.

After seeing the braces on our cousin's teeth, my (then five-year-old) brother informed our mom that when he was older, he was going to have "bracelets" on his teeth just like her. He thought they were a special kind of mouth jewelry.

Once when I was young, I pointed out to my little sister that some of my teeth were called K9s, because I was 9 and my name was Katrina. I explained that she had N7s as she was only 7 and called Natasha. Apparently she believed this for years!

My mother has a long scar running down the small of her back along her tailbone, and my older sister always told me that that was the remnant of a tail-removal surgery and that the offending body part was stowed away in a drawer in my mother's bureau. I believed from around the ages of 4 til 10 or 11 that if I was naughty my mother would get her tail out and beat me with it.

When I was about three, I used to believe that the round bone joint in my armpit was an almond under my skin. This belief came about after my sister "magically" pulled an almond from my armpit.

When I was little, my sister had her ears peirced and I wanted them done but I was too young. So one day I asked her if I could change them for her. She went on and told me this whole story when a little girl had her sister change her earrings for her and her heasd fell off.. and I was scared to death for months.

When I was about 6, I had a particularly vivid dream that there were cheeseburger patties (without the bread) in my knees obscured by some kind of skin fence. For a couple years I periodically had this nagging fear that there really were cheeseburger patties in my knees.

I used to think that if you went even one night without brushing your teeth, your teeth would rott out. one night I was terrified because we were on a trip and I forgot my tooth paste. i was relieved when i woke up the next morning and i still had my teeth.

My aunt & Grandmother used to tell me that whenever you were lying, your tongue would turn black. Whenever something was broken or missing in the house; they'd gather all of the extended family and tell the kids to stick out their tongues. I was told on several occasions that I had the dreaded "black tongue".....I would look in a mirror; no black tongue....and I thought I was not seeing what my grandma was seeing. I guess it was a way to get someone to admit wrongdoing....but I admitted to breaking my grandmother's desk just to make her leave us alone.