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When I was about 5, I thought that apples were made in factories. Every time I would eat one, I would first examine it and try to find a seam in the skin. It was the most baffling thing to me. My father later told me that we went to an apple festival where I watched the apples go by on a conveyor belt. Apparently that's where I got the idea. :)
On the peanutbutter stood: expirationdate: see botton.
So I thought when I was 3: If you use the peanutbutter and you scratch with your knife on the bottom (so you could SEE the botton), the peanutbutter wasn't usable anymore.
I used to belive that BBQ Ribs came from humans. When my older sister and dad ate them i closed my eyes, thinking of the person who gave up a rib for them to eat. I though all the way till i was 12!
I used to believe if you planted donut crumbs in the ground, you could grow a donut tree.
I used too believe that if after you ate a bowl of ice-cream, you stirred the empty bowl very quickly with your spoon, that more ice-cream would magically appear. This was based on information given to me by my friend who was two years older than me and obviously winding me up!
I used to believe that gold fish crackers were actual fish!
Almost forgot about this one. As a child, I hated the tastes of both coffee and stuffing. Sometimes when my sister and I were misbehaving, my dad said, "You know what? I'm going to take you to the Coffee and Stuffing resteraunt!" I thought for years that such a place existed!
When I was young my mother used to tell me that guacamole was actually crushed grasshoppers.
I used to believe that grilled cheese sandwiches were actually called "girl" cheese sandwiches. I thought it was so unfair that restaurants didn't have boy cheese sandwiches too.
That the phrase "two peas in a pod" ment that when you became "best friends" with someone you were incased in a giant pea
My next door neighbours brother once told me that you couldnt eat the wafer cone from an Ice Cream and that they were paper/cardboard and only to hold up the ice cream...i never ate them for years!!
I never had a problem with green beans until I saw a Jolly Green Giant can. After that, I thought it was grass in a can. I didn't eat it for years, and now I still don't like them, even though I know it's not grass.
I used to believe that waffles were made by tiny elves scooping holes out of pancakes. I also thought that's where doughnut holes came from.
I used to think that the author, Steven Kellogg, who wrote children's books such as "'Pecos Bill", "Jimmy's Boa", and "Applelard and Liverwurst", was in any way related to a certain cereal company of the same name. This also lead me to believe that, maybe, if you bought one of his books, it would come with a coupon for a free box cereal.
i believed that whatever part Of chicken you ate, that that's where it went in your body. like, wings went to your arms and thighs to your legs. i must have had a lot of chicken breasts!
I used to believe that when I drew on the placemats at restaurants they would keep them and hang them up in their kitchens.
I was crushed when I saw a waitress crumple my beautiful drawing up and throw it away as i was leaving....
I used to think that I was the only one in the world who put ranch dressing on chicken, and that I invented the trend of Mexican restaurants putting cheese on the side dish of beans.
As a 6 year old, my siblings and I would watch the foghorn leghorn cartoons.I used to love them so much.One day at dinner, we were eating chicken.My sister asked what chicken it was.then out of nowhere my older brother exclamied, We are eating foghorn leghorn.I screamed and started crying.I never wanted to eat my favorite cartoon character, so I didnt eat chicken for a while. 16 years later, I STILL wont eat chicken!
When I was little, I was convinced that when ice melted in a full glass of water, it would overflow!
When I was about 8, my father returned home (New York) from his childhood home (South Carolina) with some meat. He said it was the best ever. It looked strange to me, so I asked him what kind it was. Knowing me to be a finnecky eater, he told me it was beef and he would make stew with it. He made his stew and as I was chewing on my heeping spoonful, he looked at me with this wry smile and says "so... how do you like that deer?". I immediately spat it out all over him and began to scream and cry "THAT'S BAMBI!!!! I ATE BAMBI!!!" I truly believed my father hunted the cartoon deer down and fed it to me for dinner. Just looking at the VHS case we owned made me cry until I was about 10