I thought your parents CHOOSE if you're a boy or a girl when they have you (or at least the mother chose). I learned this was wrong when I asked my mom why she made me a boy instead of a girl.
When I was young, I used to believe that, all babies lived in a "contry" before they were born. When I had a brother, I was sad because I thought that all his friends had to said good bye to him... And when I learnt how we babies are made, I was very very sad too and I was crying... Since this moment, I don't believe that anymore !
I thought that when a woman got cravings when she was pregnant, then whatever she craved would become her offspring's favourite foods.
Conversely, I thought that if a woman was put off a specific food while pregnant, then that'd become the food the child didn't like.
I only realised this was not true when Mum told me she didn't like tomatoes while pregnant, even though I like tomatoes.
When i was a child i use to think, the kids come frome a flower because my father explain me that
I used to think babies were bought in supermarkets, because of the trolley seat that they get to ride in, and wondered which shop my parents had bought me from.
When I was a kid I used to believe that when the mothers wanted to have a child she called the storks and they would bring the baby that they wanted.
Also, when I was a child I used to believe that at Christmas, Santa Claus brought gifts to good children
I thought that in order to use a pregnancy test, you simply have to hold it and a short time later it tells you whether or not you're pregnant.
My mother said, when I was about six or seven, that women get pregnant after they "have some Mama and Papa's love" with men.
Because of this, I thought women could get pregnant simply from dating men.
I was a scholarly young lass, so I liked reading Wikipedia, but one day, I was reading the article for "sexual reproduction" and I thought I'd get in trouble if my parents found out.
When I was a child, I used to belive than men made women pregnant with a big french kiss.
When I was little girl, I used to believe that when you ate a seed of a fruit you would get pregnant.
Until my aunt had a child when she was allergic to fruit.
When my best friend was much younger she used to believe that all newborn babies were created in a factory (she didn't know about sex or pregnancy at this age). She thought that somewhere in the world there was a massive warehouse full of newly created babies and that couples wanting a baby would have to go there and choose one to buy and take home. She thought that all of the newborn babies could talk and that they had to try and persuade couples to take them home instead of one of the other babies.
before i knew how babies were made, i used to think as a kid that as soon as a couple got married, a baby instantly appeared in the wife's tummy and started growing from then. hahahahaha
When I was around 5 or 6, I used to believe that babies were born with clothes :S
I used to believe that babies were like puppies and kittens in that they couldn't open their eyes until they were finished forming. I believed that until I was a teenager!
I used to believe that my penis would grow so large that it would suck all the blood and life forces from my body!... It became a reality when I grew up and became an Alpha male.....
It's not my belief, but once I made another kid believe he was a ghost.
My Mom taught me about sex, and I asked him if his parents ever had sex. He said no, and I told him he couldn't exist then, so he must be a ghost.
I was a deep kid :p
I used to believe that all babies were the result of immaculate conception, and that you were either chosen by the divine to have children, or you weren't.
I used to think that eggs were at first located in the nose of the father. I don't know how I thought they got inside the mother, but once they did, I thought the parents chose which one to have as a child.
Our school district taught Reproductive Health in sixth grade. I begged my older brother to tell me what he was learning in the class (I was in fourth grade). He told me that every month I would lay an egg and then I would have to go to the bathroom, crack the egg, and let it bleed into my underwear everyday for a week. And that if I didnít do it, I would have a baby. I started crying and told my mom. Even after she gave me the proper info, I couldnít eat eggs for years after that.