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I used to think that honey grahams at the store were graham crackers filled with honey, that would flow out in a delicious liquid form when you bit into them. I would wish so much that my mother would buy that kind of graham cracker instead of the boring old regular grahams.
When I was really yound, my Dad took me downstairs to make me a PB+J sandwich. I put the peanut butter and the Jelly on the same side of the bread, and he said if I did that, the Peanut Butter and jelly police would come and take me away. He even dialed their "number" (but didn't press "send") I was CONVINCED the police were coming to take me away. I tried not to cry, and dad couldn't understand why I wasn't hungry anymore. It is one of my worst memories, and I can make my dad feel guilty to this day.
When I was little I used to think that you made breakfast sausage by putting weiners in the toaster, the same way you made toast by putting bread in the toaster. That's what I thought toasters were for, turning "everyday food" into "breakfast food".
This isn't my belief, but that of the kids I babysit: they think that when one raises their glass to do cheers to something, it has to be to the thing they're raising. I was babysitting them recently and in lieu of glasses, they raised their forks and both promptly announced, "To the forks!"
Wen i woz bowt 4 i woched ghost ship and wen i saw the scene were there eatin beans and they turn into maggots i cudn`t eat beans 4 bowt 3 years
When I was young, I was told by my dentist about "tartar" on my teeth. For years, I believed that "tartar" sauce was made from the tartar dentists scraped off your teeth and I absolutely refused to eat it.
I used to believe that the chip bags where always only half full because, the people who worked there always tryed to sneek chips and some times they got to them that's why they were always half full.
when I was a kid, I begged my parents to buy me Kellogg's 'Corn Pops' cereal... I honestly believed that unlike other, boring cereals, they actually popped out of the 'O' just like on the commercial.
I actually cried.
When I was young, I used ot believe there was a lizard inside each drumstick!
This doesn't really count as a belief, but reading someone's Roman Coke story, it reminded me of this... You know when you order something at a restaurant and the waitress/waiter asks you if you'd like a soup or salad? Up until I was about 8 or 9 I always thought (s)he was offering a "super salad". I figured it our the day I was asked if I'd like a soup or salad and I simply sad, "yes, please".
I thought that if you enough Hot Cheetos, you'd get fire powers. I always ate a bag a day until my mom went crazy. I don't eat much now.
I believed clouds were vanilla ice cream.
I used to think that grilled cheese sandwiches were "girl cheese" because mom always offered me them, and that if my dad were ever to get one it would be a "boy cheese"
When I was young I would play grocery store in our family's pantry. I realized one day they list the ingredients on the labels of food products and assumed this was a recipe. I couldn't for the life of me understand why you would put the recipe of your product on the back of your product, and why, for that matter, my mom would buy it instead of just making it herself!
As a child, I refused completely to eat soup. My parents didn't understand why, I wasn't a picky eater normally, but I wouldn't touch a bowl of soup until I was at least 10. I had a good reason though:
I'd seen people eating soup before and, unlike solid food, where you take a bite and you can see that a bit's gone, when you take a spoonful of soup, the rest of the it fills up the part that you took. So, in my tiny brain, I convinced myself that bowls of soup were never ending and unlimited, and, because I was always got told off if I didn't finish most of my food, I'd be forced to sit and eat the same bowl of soup for the rest of my life...
When I was little my mum told me that if I ate lots of satsumas I would get a lot more presents from Santa because satsumas are his favourite fruit.
I used to believe that cattail(bulrush) plants were where hot dogs came from. I tried cooking one before I realized that hot dogs do not in fact grow from plants.
When I was 4 or 5, I loved to read the ingredient lists on the backs of food packages, boxes, wrappers, etc. Something I saw very often was "Red no.1 Lake" or "Blue Lake".
Of course, it made perfect sense to me that they added an entire lake full of red or a lake full of blue.
What else could it mean?
When I was little, my Mum told me that any food we didn't eat at dinner went to a place called Leftover Land. (Later questioning, after I saw that it in fact was spooned into the bin, revealed that a wizard comes and removes it from the bin before transporting it to Leftover Land.)
She threatened that one day she was going to take us to Leftover Land, where we'd have to eat, finally, all of our associated leftovers.
I sometimes left behind the parts of the meal I liked best, so that when she finally took me I'd be able to have a good time.
When I was little, I thought that when someone said they were 'allergic' to a food that they just didn't like it, and that you could catch allergies like a cold. My best friend was allergic to eggs, so I decided I must be allergic to them too- at least the runny ones.