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up until i was 6 years old, i thought that when you ate food, it just fell into your body and floated in blood, which just sat there along with your bones!
I used to believe each food had a container inside my stomach. Peas went to their home, meat went to its home. Since I was a fingernail biter, the occasionally swallowed fingernail had a container also.
When I was little I used to believe that when you ate, the food fell all the way to your feet and piled up. When it got to your throat you were 'full'.
My mother used to say that if went to sleep without eating first, we would eat our fingers. My sister and I every morning we used to check our hands.
my mom used to tell us that if we went to bed hungry the devil would pull our legs. So we always made sure we ate something.
When I was young, I used to believe that there were little people in my food getting ready for a roller-coaster ride that would start once they reached my tongue. The entire episode was like "Splash Mountain". I would make announcements before I put the food in my mouth, and then WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As a child I believed that the human body was one hollow canal and so whenever I ate anything, I tried to do so while standing in order to give the food free passage to my feet and I'd watch dilligently for the time when I'd be filled up to my neck so I could stop eating.
I used to belive that after I ate a meal, the food whirled round inside my chest, like clothes in a clothes dryer.
My sister used to think that food would reconstitute in your stomach after you swallowed it. All those bits of apple would come together to make a whole apple once you had finished it. Presumably, your stomach would break it down again...
top belief!
I too thought that as we ate the food would just build up in our stomach until we died. I didn't think we were entirely hollow, but just pictured food piling up in this huge stack from the bottom of my stomach up. On top of this stack I always imagined a cherry, like some putrid ice cream sundae.
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