food

</i>I was told as a child that if you ate bannans you would grow a tail and become a monkey. I didn't eat any but I sure fed a lot of them to my little brother since I wanted a monkey.

My mom used to tell us to eat the skins of things like apples and potatoes, because she said that's where all the vitamins are. She also always made us eat the crusts of our bread, for the same reason - it took me an embarassingly long time to figure out that scam.

i used to believe that the last bite of any banana wasn't good to eat. even as an adult i always threw the last bite away. someone asked me why and i confessed i had no idea why...i just had always thrown away the last bite. it wasn't until i was iun my late twenties that, while thumbing through the encyclopedia, i came across a diagram of a banana. it was split into its constituent parts...80% water, 15% something else and the last bite (5%) was ash. i realized this was the root of my belief since childhood. (even knowing this i still have a tough time eating that last bite)

I once knew a girl who until her earlie 20s beleived that the cherry on an ice cream sundae was actually a red beetle and the pink juice that gets on the whipped cream was its blood. That one was thanks to her older brother.

One hot day, as a thirsty child, I stopped at a store to ask for a glass of water. The counter clerk gave it to me, but as I was about to drink it, he yelled, "Stop! You have to wait for the bubble to disappear. If you drink it the way it is, with all the bubbles you'll die." I waited for the bubbles to disappear and then drank. For years I believed him and always waited for all the bubbles to disappear before drinking a glass of water.

My older cousin once told me that the bubbly part on the pizza, next to the crust, was the pizza's brain. I thought the pizza would be upset with me if I ate its brain, so I never ate that part.

When I was young, I used to believe that if I swallowed my gum, it would be stored someplace in my body until I turned 18, when it would all come out at once. So I always made sure to spit my gum out.

I also thought that if I forced my eyes out of focus that it would affect everyone else's vision, too. They would see things blurry, just like I did. Finally, when I was about 10, I sat my Mom down and did it, and of course, she didn't see anything differently.

in first grade i used to come home and make ketchup sandwiches (two pieces of bread and nothing but ketchup) to have for a afternoon snack cause i was convinced that it was brain food...

When I was a child, my older sister told me that peas were "fish eyes" and even though I'm all grown up now and I know that they are NOT 'fish eyes', you still can't get me to eat peas!!

i was terrified of accidentally swallowing watermelon, grape and orange seeds as my mother used to say they'd take root and the respective tree would grow out the top of my head.

When I was 4 years old, I was eating breakfast with my brother. We
were having eggs (which I loved), and all of a sudden, he asked me "How
do you like eating that dead chicken?" I was completely horrified. I knew
that chickens had eggs, but I didn't know the eggs would turn into
chickens. I couldn't eat eggs for the longest time, until I learned that the
egg had to be fertilized in order to become a chicken. To tell you the truth,
sometimes I still can't eat eggs!

One day my sisters bought some Ben & Jerry's "Chunky Monkey" icecream. To keep me from eating it, they told me the chunks in the icecream were real monkey chunks. I still have a fear of monkeys.

when i was like 4 or 5 i used to believe that noodles were dried worms & when you boiled them they would come back to life & if u ate then they would live in you forever.

My mother was going to have a friend over who was a recovering alcoholic. The day before, she warned my father, "Whatever you do, don't offer her a drink." The next day, my father wasn't home. When the firend arrived, my mom asked me, "Won't you get Mrs. X a nice glass of lemonade?" and I immediately responded: "But mommy, you said we weren't supposed to let her drink anything!"

When I was a child, I often heard the adage, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." I found this very disturbing and confusing. My father was a doctor and he loved apples. He ate them all the time. I thought maybe he ate the apples so he could stay away at work all the time. I wasn't sure. Maybe if other people ate apples, my father would die. I never developed a taste for that fruit. It gives me the creeps.

I guess because my mom used to say things at the dinner table such as"leave some room" for dessert or whatever, and because we learned about the "different food groups", I thought that my stomach was like a little house with different shaped rooms for the different foods. There was a round room or compartment for the scoop of ice cream.