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When I was very small, my brother and I used to roast marshmallows over the kitchen stove. When mine would catch fire, I used to think it was Abraham Lincoln. I would hold my fork aloft, burning marshmallow at the tip, and announce to the room, MR. PRESIDENT!!
Oddly, my brother knew which president I was talking about.
I have always hated meatloaf..But my Dad found a way to convince me to eat it as a child. He told me that the little specks of Red were M&M's and that's all it took...I would eat it up.
Talk about gullible.
i used to think that napoleon invented neopolitan ice cream
A relative told me when I was very young that the oreo crumbs in the middle of an ice cream cake were coffee grounds. I didn't learn otherwise until I was at least 8 years old!
My brother was convinced that the people who made Mounds and Almond Joy also made a "Spunow" bar, due to him reading a Mounds label upside-down
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that the candy called the "$100,000" bar, actually cost $100,000! I was always avoided buying it because I only had 50 cents or so in my pocket.
I used to believe that the movie "Charlie and The Chocolate Factory" was a true story about the Hershey chocolate company and I wanted to go there and swim in their chocolate milk river
When I was about 5 i believed all my chocolate easter eggs came from my uncles farm as he kept hens. Every year, amazingly, a cadburys cream egg would be left in one of the coups for me to find. It was only when I was 7 or 8 I realized it was planted there by my uncle! You can probably imagine the disapointment.
When I was little my parents used to tell me and my sister that carrots were "orange candy."
When I was in 3rd grade, I used to believe that M&M's took away headaches.
I have a sweet (rightly so) childhood memory....Once I asked my grand mother, can chocolate get kids? I loved chocolate (I still do...) and was thrilled by that idea...She said "wait and see". In the evening she laid some chocolate at a piece of paper and told me to wait till next morning....The next morning a lot of similar chocolate was there....Oh, the chocolate got kids! I was so thrilled!
When I was 5-8, I used to spend quite a bit of my spare time at my grand-parents' and we'd often take the car to reach a nearby forest where they knew I'd have a great time admiring the trees and playing hide'n'seek.
During the ride, I'd usually sit on the left side of the back seat, right behind my grand-father who was driving, and my grand-mother would sit on my right-hand side (my then-teenage aunt had decided once and for all that she belonged on the front seat, next to her father).
At first, when I happened to be a good boy, gran'ma would show her "approval" by picking up a piece of candy from her handbag and handing it to me with a gentle smile. After a while, this protocol evolved in that she'd let *me* pick up the candy of my choice from her handbag --a subtle mark of trust. Eventually, as she became confident that I wouldn't abuse this treasure trove, she made it a habit of letting her handbag sit slightly open between the two of us: I made careful efforts to control my craving, and only every once in a while, when I felt it was ok, would I stealthily slide my hand into the bag towards the pouch I knew was home to my favorite candy.
There weren't many of them, but that usually sufficed. Yet, as it went on, I progressively noticed that if I took care to leave some of them in the pouch, there'd more to enjoy the next time; whereas if I ate'em all they'd turn out much scantier.
Thus, I began to wonder if they had the magical ability to reproduce. Of course, Gran'ma's subtlety somewhat escaped my juvenile understanding, and, as I'd never ever seen her refill the pouch, my belief grew stronger.
I began respecting those candies, always leaving a couple of them in the pouch, trusfully letting them a fair chance to multiply until the next ride. And it worked ;)
Well, I've since grown up with kids of my own, but I still remember those days with a spark of magic glittering deep in my eyes.
When I was a kid, we always used to have those Hershey Miniature candies in our house, you know...
Regular Milk Chocolate
However, since my mother used to tell me that mentally challenged or handicapped children were "special" my brother and I would save all of the Special Dark chocolates for them.
i used to believe that chocolate would go mouldy if you didn't eat it quick enough
That tuxedos were licorice flavored. I got this from watching a muppet eat a bow tie on Sesame Street. Odd conclusion, I know.
I used to believe that coffee and chocolate were closely related because they both came from little brown beans and the flavor is slightly similar. About a month ago one of my friends reminded me that coffee comes from little berries on a bush while chocolate comes from big fruit things on a tree. D'oh!
I used to wonder why "candy" would be so rude as to put holes in my teeth, when I really, really liked it.
When I was young my mum forbade me to eat blue m&m's 'cause she believed they gave people cancer.. to this day i've never eaten one
Dark brown Smarties were poisonous.
Belief no. 1 involves "pacers", those green and white striped mints that were around when we were quite young - I can't remember what age. There used to be a TV-ad for them in which people ate pacers and - KAPOW - their clothes turned green and white stripey. I used to believe this was a magic property of the sweets and that if I ate one my clothes would go green and white too!