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My dad had a large scar running down his back from his waistline down. He told my brother and I he got it when he tried to pick up a heavy box without bending his knees and his back split open. It was years and years before I realized that's not how it works.
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.
I used to believe that feelings were eyebrows. When someone said their feelings were hurt, I thought it meant that their eyebrows hurt.
I used to think that "ass" meant "penis" for some reason. My best friend in 3rd grade told me that she used to have really long hair--"down to [her] ass". I was really confused and said, "You don't have an ass." She looked at me really strangely.
When I was little, I used to think your booty was another word for foot since boots go on feet. When the song "Shake your Booty" came on I would shake my foot.
i once asked my childminder what was inside your fingers and she told me 'vegetables' so i always believed that if i cut of my fingers there would be fresh carrots inside.
Way back when in the mists of the seventies I believed that my body was made of baked beans, so if you chopped your arm up and looked down the stump it would look like an open can of beans. Looking back it was probably something to do with blood & ketchup being the same colour or the quantity of beans I ate and the expressions from a mother from Yorkshire.
When I was 5 or so, my Dad told my brother and I that our nipples were ham, and that if we were caught somewhere without any food, we could peel them off and eat them.
Fortunately, I never had to try that.
For the longest time, maybe till about 13 or 14 years old, i believed that nasal mucus was the "forgotten memories" brain matter being cleared out to make way for new memories to regenerate new brain matter. If you ask me it kinda makes sense.
My grandfather was missing a finger, and he would often tell me that I bit it off as a child. I believed this for years.
when i was little and i heard my dad say kids were being brain washed, i thught they literally opened up your head and washed your brain with water and soap.
When I lost a tooth my grandpa told me that I would grow a gold tooth if I never touch my tounge to the empty space where my tooth had fallen out! I use to drive myself crazy!
"the wind will change and your face will stay like that"
so when my cousin used to pull stupid faces, i used to blow on her face slowly and then quickly (like as if the wind really was changing) in the hope of seeing her face stuck in the stupid face she was pulling....
When I was about 3-4 my sister told me that when your born you have no butt crack and the docters have to take a butter knife and make one. LOL!!!!! I BELIEVED THAT!!!!!!
I used to belief that the birth mark on my dad's leg was where he spilled his coffee... EVERY morning.
When I was 10, my mom would give me half a women's vitamin a day. My 12 year old brother made fun of me, so she made him take the other half. An hour and a talk with both my mom and my dad later, my brother was finally convinced that taking a women's vitamin wasn't going to turn him into a woman.
My mom used to tell me that if I didn't wash my ears, potatoes would grow in them, so whenever we had potatoes for dinner i would always wonder whose ears they had come from.
I played with Barbies all the time as a little girl, and their lack of nipples led me to believe that my own nipples would fade when I grew up.
In an effort for me to brush my teeth when I was younger, my mom told me that cavities were little white bugs (similar to head lice) that would live on my teeth. She even got our dentist in on it, so of course I believed them.
Whenever I lost a tooth my dad always told me to keep my tongue out of the empty space and a gold tooth would grow. I am yet to have any gold teeth, even though I kept my tongue out of the spaces until I was 12...