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When i was younger i used to think that boys werent born with penises and that when they turned 13 they had to go to hospital to get one put on (this theory was thought of because when my brother was 13 he had to get an operation done on his. i thought he was just getting one put on) This also followed up by me thinking that if you wanted a baby girl youd just not take them to the hospital at puberty and that you just called them baby until you decided what gender you wanted.
My father told me that freckles where angel kisses, and since most of my body is covered with them i used to think they swarmed over my bed at night... waiting their turn to kiss me.
This was actually my little sister's fear. When she was little she fell and broke her two front teeth on the floor, and they had to be removed. Awhile later, she had an earache and violently objected to going to the doctor. We finally found out she figured that since a toothache was solved by removing the teeth, the doctor would resolve her earache by cutting off her ear!
i use to believe firemen had no feet.i figured, if they didn't have feet, their toes wouldn't get burned in the fire.
i was a strange, strange kid...
I thought I had a family of frogs in my belly...I think this belief came from the expression "frog in your throat", and I thought they must have moved down in to my tummy to live.
They liked to eat oyster crackers.
When I was a child I believed that a woman's breasts got larger and larger gradually during their entire lives starting at puberty. I just assumed I would have "big" boobs by the time I was 30 and enormous ones by the time I was 70. Maybe because my rather young mother had a small boobs and my great-grandmother had huge ones..?
for quite few years I believed my Dad had swapped feet with my Grandad. An uncle pursuaded me that this was true when I was about 3 years old, after I'd seen my Grandad wearing my dad's shoes.
I had my tonsils taken out when I was about 4. "Tonsils" somehow sounded likes "toes" to be and I got the idea that tonsils were located in your toes. Then I was told that they would be going in through my mouth to remove the tonsils and I thought they'd use a long tool to reach all the way down through my body to remove the tonsils from my toes.
When I was growing up, my sister was friends with the two girls who lived next door. I always thought that the two girls weren't related to each other because it looked like they had two different mothers. It turned out that they had the same mother, she just looked different to me in the morning because she hadn't put her make-up on. A little eye-shadow makes a difference, I guess.
Me and my sister used to think that our ankles were rocks and we asked my mom how to get the rocks out of our feet.
Whenever i had an earache when i was little and i could hear my heart beat in my ears fairly loudly, i believed there was a tiny marching band marching up and down my bones. i was so mad at them because i couldnt get to sleep. i also drew a picture of what i believed they looked like and gave it to my mom, seeing as she couldnt comprehend what was going on inside me.
When I was about 3 years old I walked into my parents bedroom to find the bed unmade and my mom just about to start making it. I saw there were lumps toward the bottom half on the side my dad slept on. I was so scared because my dad was at work. I cried to my mom, "daddy left his legs at home." I did not believe her when she said it was pillows under the comforter until she showed me.
I used to believe that my heart was in my butt. This is because when I was very little and would fall down, my great-aunt, who took care of me most of the time, would set me back on my feet, pat my behind and say, "Bless your little heart!"
I used to believe that we had Duracell batteries in our rib cages.
I once asked my mom when our batteries would run out. She admitted that she was unable to answer the question.
my mum once said to me that my dad didn't have a bottom, refering to how small it was supposedly, i littrally beleived that his legs just joined into his back.
i used to think i was the only person who had a tongue. then i didn't want anyone to find out i had a tongue because then they might think i was weird. so when i would speak i'd be careful not to open my mouth too much.
When I was very little, my older brother was getting his ears pierced. I asked my mother how they put the hole in his ear, and she said: "Oh, they use the piercing gun." She really should've reworded that, because I could just imagine my brother sitting down in a chair where there is a blindfolded woman with a gun nearby. I could imagine that woman taking ten paces, turning around, and pulling the trigger on a bazooka that shot earrings. I was very scared.
When I was about four, I used to think everyone had a different amount of fingers. I was surprised to find that my parents had the same amount of fingers as me.
When I was a very young child for some reason my mother told me that armpits were "private places" and I should never look at anyone's bare armpit. I grew up believing this and didn't realize it was not so until I was about fifteen. I've asked my mother several times if she remembers telling me that armpits were private, but she does not and denies ever saying something so ridiculous. To this day (I am 22 years old) I still get shy when I see a bare armpit.
My grandma loves telling this story: When my dad was six or seven years old, he was playing with a friend in the backyard. At one point, his friend said to him, "Your mother has big breasts." My dad gave him a very confused look and responded with, "Only chickens have breasts."