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My grandma told my cousins and me that if we ate watermelon and then drank Pepsi it would kill us. I am 59 and still haven't tested that theory!!
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the best of dangerous food
My grandma told my cousins and me that if we ate watermelon and then drank Pepsi it would kill us. I am 59 and still haven't tested that theory!!

An older neighborhood kid told me that if I ate a styrofoam packing peanut, my head would crack in half. For the longest time I was afraid of accidentally ingesting one of them.
When I was young, my grandfather had me beleiveing the Center hole in the suger cookies he gave me was poisenous. So I always ate AROUND the hole and ended up with the tinest bit of cookie ring left over
When I was little I didnt like to go to Mcdonalds because I thought if Ronald Mcdonald saw me he'd follow me home and, at night while I was asleep he would stuff me full of hamburgers - AND I HATED MEAT!
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My mom used to tell me that ice cream caused polio.
If I had something tasty to eat, my Dad always had to test it first, he said he had to check to see if it was poisoned before I ate it, and if he liked it he would carry on eating it and say it was poisoned so I was glad he was eating it and not me! now i know he just thought it was tasty!!!
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I used to think that if someone ate ice cream with braces, their teeth would freeze.
When I was young my Dad told me that if you put alot of soy sauce on your food that would be poison. It was ok to use a little, but pretty tricky business as a little kid trying to figure out what amount would be just right and not poisonous.
when I was little, and my mum was sick, always asleep,
my brother hogged all the food, such as grapes and lettuce
saying that if i ate the grapes I would grow grape vines in my stomach. he said if I ate really green lettuce, (witch i later found was HIS favorite) I would turn into a giant grassshopper
and he would crush me I later told my mum when she got better,
and she told me differently oh well
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I used to think that Tabasco Sauce contained tobacco, and therefore was actually "tobacco sauce."
When I was little my Uncle told me that if I ate to many sour cream and onion chips that I would get brain damage. He said there was a ingrediant in the chips but noone could link it to them yet. And I believed him.
Every kid in my neighborhood knew for a FACT that if you ate fizzy pop-rocks, and then drank a coke, that your stomach would explode. And of course, everyone also said that it happened to someone at their school.
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When I was 5 or so, I believed that if while I was eating a grapefruit and swallowed a pit, it would grow in my stomach and pop out of my navel.
We were told that if you played with egg shells you would get worts !
My dad told me if you ate banana skins you would get elaphantitis(huge swollen legs)
And the wind blowing in the telegraph wires was the devil singing
I was always told that any berry in the woods was totally poisonous, but I eventually lived dangerously and ate wild raspberries without letting my parents or other adults see. I'm still alive!
I didn't like to drink milk. Once I was eating a banana, and then went to get some water, when my mother stopped me, saying eating water after a banana would make me die. I had to have milk if I was thirsty.
when i was 8 my friends told me that if you ate 'pop rocks' and drank 'cola' at the same time your stomach would explode .I still wonder every now and then.
i used to believe that gooseberries had teeth and that i had been bitten by one.
i was send to pick them in our garden when i was about 5 and looking back now i realise i must have been pricked by a thorn. i ran to the house to tell my mother what her agressive gooseberries had done to me and she declared that there was no way the gooseberry could have bitten me, because they don't have teeth.
i was sent back to the fruit beds to carry on picking but told to be careful of the thorns. i spent the rest of the afternoon in a fit of angry and and indignant rage, not because my finger had been pricked, but because my mother had so unjustly disbelieved that the gooseberry had bitten me.
An avid pickle lover, my aunt would tell me that I would eventually turn into a pickle if I kept eating so much. I not only believed her, but I even had nightmares about it.
when i was little, my mom told me i could die if i inhaled pepper. it took me till i was 18 to realize that it was ridiculous