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When I was younger, my father used to tell me that if you held in your sneezes, your head could blow up. One day in 2nd grade I caught a student holding in their sneezes. I was very concerned for them. The teacher asked me what was wrong, and I told her that I was worried their head would blow up. She quickly put an end to that myth.
when i was 7yrs old, my reading book, led me to believe.....
if u sneezed & nobody said "god bless you"....
your soul escaped....
i was obsessed by this....
When I was about 5 I convinced myself I had forgotten how to breathe. I would concentrate on the depth and rhythm of breathing so much that I'd hyperventillate. Right in the middle of playing I'd realize that I had forgotten to breathe lately, so I'd stop and breathe.
I used to belief that to kiss like adults do, all you had to do was give a long peck while swaying your head sideways.
That was my interpretation of french kissing!
I used to think that we remembered things because our brain took a picture every time we blinked. So when we were out in the car and I saw something I wanted to remember, I'd make sure to blink really hard. This was when I was about 3.
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?
I use to really belive if I pulled my granpa's finger I would hear a whistle..
ya right
The little daughter of some friends of mine thought you couldn't digest your dinner unless you went for a walk afterward.
i used to believe that if you burped and yawned at the same time your eyes would pop out
There was one time when I was young that I complained about something that was annoying me (my memory fails me on what it what it was), and I told my Dad that it was "getting on my nerves". He proceeded to tell me that I didn't have nerves! I now know that he meant that I knew nothing of the adult world, and for me to say that things annoyed me was just trivial. Oh how I wondered about how I had the sense of touch without having nerve-endings. My mind became a vicious-circle of confusion. Such a bastard thing to say, but how was he to know?
As my parents told me, that growing comes from eating, I imagined that every time I had a meal, it would make a certain part of the body grow, for example the legs. Because growth happens very slowly, I did not wonder why I was growing perfectly symmetrically, and considered it pretty clever of the body to manage putting exactly the right amount of food to the right place. Of course, I also imagined that the food would go immediately to its place.
When I was really little, I used to think that you could learn to breath under water! I would ask all my friends if they knew how to breath underwater yet.
When I was 4, i thought that if you went underwater and breathed normally, i would turn into a fish. I tried and I almost drowned. ITs sad to admit but i tried it again up until age 12 when I found out the sad truth, if you do that, you will turn into a shark!
When I was little my dad told me that when you lied your tongue would turn black. For years when I would like my dad would ask that I stick out my tongue just a little then he knew I was lying.
I used to believe that hanging upside down would make you smarter, bacause all the blood would run to head, helping your brain to grow big.
When I was younger - I used to believe my stomach rumbling was little people in there talking to me.
Until I was about 10 years old, I believed I could breathe through my ears, because sometimes I couldn't feel the air moving in and out of my nose. Never felt it in my ears either, but where else would it have gone?
I seem to recall being told by a doctor that snot was made out of waste materials like dead brain cells. As I used to sneeze A LOT, I thought this was making me thicker.
I used to believe that when a person was born, that person was given so many breaths. I used to hold my breath or try to breathe slowly so that I would live longer.
I have always been a little spacey and it is often hard for others to get my attention when I am focusing on something. When I was younger I was told by my mother that I had "selective hearing" and I believed for many years that this was the name of a hearing disorder. I would earnestly explain to people if they had trouble getting my attention that it was due to my "selective hearing problem."
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