When I was little I always wondered why the water at McDonald's tasted so strange. My dad told me that it's because McDonalds used old dishwater.
For years I pictured McDonald's employees, mad that I didn't buy a soda, scooping up used water out of a dishwasher.
(Now I know it's because the water comes out of the same tap as pop.)
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that if I swallowed watermelon seeds that i would grow a watermelon in my stomach, and i was a chubby child so i relly thought i was going to have a watermelon baby!
When I was about 4 years old, my mom and I were making muffins. We mixed the batter and she said, "Okay, now all we have to do is throw them in the oven." I picked up the muffin tray, worked up my strength, and THREW the muffins into the oven, batter spilling everywhere. Mom just shook her head and we started over.
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I used to believe an artichoke was an animal and we only ate its heart.
My Nan told us if we swallowed chewing gum it would wrap itself around my wind pipe and kill me
After seeing an episode of a childrens TV show, the name of " Mr. Bumpy", where there was a rotting toast, I believed that old, mouldy or stale toast would attack you.
How stupid is that?
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I used to believe that yucky food such as brussel-sprouts were evil and that they would haunt you after you've eaten them.
SPOOKY!
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my sister loved cashews and to stop me eating them she told my brother and i that they were snails that had lost their shell and dried up in the sun.
My grandmother told me that each piece of gum I swallowed would just sit in my stomach. The next piece would fall and stick right on top of the old piece. Eventually, this pile of gum would get so high that the last piece would stick in my throat and choke me. I didn't stop swallowing my gum, but each time I wondered if this was the swallow that would kill me.
I know...
Bees make honey and
flies make peanut butter!
(my son at age 3, noticing a fly which had landed on a gob of peanut butter on the counter)
My dad and grandpa used to tell me the little bits of gelatin in tapioca pudding were fish eggs. I believed this for a long time and I still can't eat tapioca pudding even though I now know otherwise.
I could read very early on, and a lot of the healhty cereals my mother would buy would talk about heart disease and why their cereal was healthy for you. I'd somehow gotten the idea that sugar went straight into your veins and made blockages, which then caused heart attacks. I took a look at my skinny little arms, and then at the spoonfuls of sugar I dumped on my Wheat Chex every morning, and stopped eating sugar on my cereal because I was sure that I was going to have a heart attack before I turned five.
When I was pretty young I REALLY liked chocolate milk. Every morning my mom would fix me a glass for breakfast and she always mixed it just right. Well one morning my dad made it instead... with WAY too much chocolate. Later that day I had a terrible stomach ache and upon examination by an emergency room physician it was determined that I needed an appendectomy. For YEARS I thought that my dad had made me sick by putting too much chocolate in my milk. I don't think I ever let him fix it for me again.
When I was really young I loved the drink Mountain Dew. (For those who don't know, its a yellow soft drink.) I remember thinking for the longest time that it was mountain goat pee. I found out later that it was actually my sister who told me that.
I used to believe that one of the primary functions of salt was to cool food off. I got this idea because every night my mom would say, "Here, put some salt on it, and let it cool off a bit."
When I first heard the expression, "post nasal-drip" I thought it was a cereal.
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I used to believe you could pour lemonade in a pan, put it in the oven and make lemonade cake.
When the toaster would pop up my toast in the morning, my daughter used to call "Dad, your toast is here!" She told me she thought it was delivered each morning through the toaster.
my sister was very cruel to me. She told me that the red stuff on the raw meat was ketchup,so me being little, i believed her and took a lick. It was very certainly not ketchup!
My little brother saw bagels in the supermarket and asked me what they were. I told him bagels were insects that lived in your hair, like cooties. They were made by grooming the hair of little boys like him, and puffing the bagels up in an oven like popcorn. He believed me for ages! He actually used to make me go through his hair looking for bagels, and I'd find a bit of dirt or something and say I'd just squashed a bagel for him!