body parts: general

I used to believe that the inside of us was totally empty. There was a stomach and some bones and blood, but basically we were just inflatable people. Also, I thought that when you swallowed something it could go anywhere, and land on a bone, and then you would die. And I knew that bones made blood, but I always wondered how the blood got out of there, so I figured the bones broke in half, dumped the blood out, then went back together.

I used to believe that people got buck teeth when they talked a lot. My mother had a friend who talked a lot and her teeth stuck out, so I put two and two together. Made sense to me.

Once my father was sitting across from me at a table, and he said "look, my right hand is on this side, but your right hand is on that side, do you know why?" I answered, and believed, "because you're older!"

I used to think that the entire digestive system consisted simply of a straight tube that stretched directly from my mouth to my... ahem... bottom... for some strange reason I never even considered the connection with my... ahem... peepee...

After reading the story The Twits by Roald Dalh I thought that if my stomach was itchy it must mean I am dirty because that is what its says in the book. To this day eveytime my stomach gets an itch I think of that book!

I used to believe…

haha one time when i was like 7-9, my sister told me if i ever tried to shave my legs at my age then blood would sqirt EVERYWHERE and id almost die. she said i could only shave my legs until i got older so that wouldnt happen

When I was a kid, my mom told me she carved my teeth out of the wood of the big pine tree in the front yard, just like George Washington's teeth (as if they were wooden, which I'm not certain of but I seriously doubt). For years, I thought my teeth were made of wood.

My brother used to have a bright red birthmark on his back but as he got older it began to fade a bit. I was convinced that they washed off over time and mine had been washed off earlier since I was older. I then proceeded to go at his back with a scrub brush every time he had a bath.

I had a babysitter in grade school who I asked why viens my are blue if my blood is red. She told me this was simply because y mblood was blue in my body but became red the instant it was mixed with oxygen. This made plenty of sense because bruises, which I classified as cuts under my skin, were blue too.

I used to believe that you had to brush your teeth to get the food particles out because if you didn't, when you slept, little bugs would get in your mouth to eat the food and in the process would eat your teeth causing cavities.

My mum used to always remind me when i was little to clean behind my ears when i was in the bath otherwise i would have spuds (potatoes) grow behind my ears lets say ever since i make sure i clean behind them

when i was 3 or 4, i was told to shake-hand with my sis (elder) after a fight & was told to do so with my right hand. i noticed my sis shaking with her left hand (from my view) and thought all the time that women have right hand to their left & vice-versa.

sometimes, i felt my sis is a genius because she used to give directions to the cab-fellow from the man's point-of-view.

I used to imagine that if someone's arm or leg was cut off it would look like baloney or salami inside. No bone down the middle, no muscle structure, no bleeding -- just solid homogeneous meat.

I still liked eating baloney, as I knew it didn't come from people! Oddly enough, I can't remember imagining that other animals were made out of baloney inside. We lived on a lake and caught and ate fish all the time, and I would help out in the kitchen when my mother was roasting a chicken, so I did know that there were bones and muscles and things inside of animals.

(When someone finally explained to me that hot dogs and baloney were usually made of the bits of meat that nobody wanted, like guts, I didn't care -- I already liked eating chicken hearts.)

Somehow i had become of the belief that the brain was as affectionate an organ as the heart, and therefore i would make up and sing love songs about "how my brain loves you"
It was odd however, that by age 6 i still didn't understand the concept of love, but i did understand love songs.

I used to think you only had a limited supply of blood and it would freak me out when people told me they would donate blood. When someone would donate over and over again I would think that they were going to die soon because they were going to run out. I thought this because I would watch the news and hear of people dying of blood loss. So in my head 1 + 1 = 1.9.

When I was five, I had a nightmare where a man came into my room and told me that if I wiggled my fingers too much that I wouldn't be able to control them. I was afraid to wiggle my fingers for a few days afterwards.