general
Show most recent or highest rated first.page 26 of 26
< 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
I used to think that my bodily functions were controlled by a team of little men (never women for some reason) who bore a strong resemblence to Rumplestiltskin. The main one wore a yellow hood and sat at a little steering wheel behind my forehead. Their houses were in my abdomen and their workplace was in my brain. I wondered quite a bit about them and what their little lives were like and what they thought of me.
top belief!
When I was little, I always felt bad when I didn't hear someone say something and made them repeat it because I thought everyone only had so much breath in them and that I was killing them by making them say something twice.
i used to believe that if you yawned without covering your mouth that an evil spirit would enter into your body. i remember one night in bed i forgot to cover my mouth as i yawned. i was up for several hours scared to death.
that sneezes were caused by little pixies crawling up your nose and brushing past your nose hairs
i used to believe that everytime you hiccupped, your pine shot up an inch; making you taller
When I was 4 or 5, of course I didn't understand digestion. I thought that our bodies were pretty much hollow. Throughout our lives we would eat and eat until the food level finally got up to our necks and we died. I also believed that I could drown from drinking water and lived in fear that it "would go down the wrong pipe." Needless to say, I didn't eat or drink much when I was little, afraid to fill up too soon and die, and afraid to drink and drown.
When I was little I thought you had 2 holes in your throat, one for food & one for drink. Therefore when I coughed whilst eating or drinking it had "gone down the wrong hole".
Soup used to confuse me greatly!
I used to think there were little booger factories in your nose that made boogers.
top belief!
When I was about 6 or 7 years old, for some reason, I believed that if I couldn't hear myself breathing I had obviously stopped breathing altogether and was liable to drop down dead at any moment. So I started breathing really loudly, really inhaling and exhaling deeply, so I could always hear myself. One night my dad was reading me a bedtime story and I was listening along, breathing really deeply. He asked me if I was alright - i sounded like I had asthma or something. I explained what I was doing and he put my mind to rest. I was a strange child...
I use to really belive if I pulled my granpa's finger I would hear a whistle..
ya right
When I was a kid, taking the example of pipes that supply
hot and cold water, and take away waste from the drain, I assumed that the
things you ate and drank travelled around one's body in similar pipes,
metal no less. I believed that there two openings in the back of ones
mouth or throat; once was the pipe for liquids, one was the pipe for
food. I suppose I came up with this arbitrary separtion by noting the
separate "pipes" for liquid and solid waste. I was always curious to know
how exactly your body managed to direct food or liquid to the appropriate
pipe and how it dealt when say, I mixed a bit of water with my food as I
ate.
top belief!
I thought that when you went underwater, the rather cavernous part of your nose would still hold some air in it, and that I could survive underwater by taking really shallow breaths. I used to have dreams about it all the time, and if I breathed shallow for long enough, I could breathe normally.
I tried it all the time at the lake we would go to, and I wonder why I never drowned.
Once when suffering a paticularly nasty bout of constipation when I was very young, I got up my seat and demanded that my mother fetch a kitchen knife to cut off whatever was emerging.
top belief!
I thought that as you ate, your body filled up with food. I reasoned that that's why we got bigger, to hold all the food we ate. I remember being around six, sitting at the breakfast table, thinking that I must be full from at least the knees down.
My mum once attempted to explain the circulatory system to me, including the bit about valves that only open one way when the pressure of the blood behind them hits a certain level (or something). I got the impression that this happened because you were moving about and that if you ever stopped moving the valves wouldn't work, the blood would pool in one limb in your body and eventually that bit would die. I blame my inability to sit still on that bit of badly explained science.
My Dad told me that if I didn't let him get splinters out, they'd travel up to my heart and I'd die... Thet's not true is it?
My mother told me that you only had a certain amount of breaths in your life, this was so I didn't talk to much. This made me believe that athletes would die really young because of all the heavy breathing they did.
top belief!
I used to think I was allergic to spoons (what a spoon!)
I believed that if you held your breath, then your heart would stop during the time that you were holding your breath ... and start again when you started breathing.
I Used To Believe™ © 2002 - 2024 Mat Connolley, another Iteracy website. privacy policy