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For a large part of my life growing up, i constantly had little aches in my arms and legs, i asked my mom why they hurt, she told me that they were groin pains. this went on for years, till one day i asked what she ment by groin pain. I have never seen her laugh so hard in her life, she told me after she caught her breath that they werent groin pains, but gro"WING" pains.
I used to think that people cried different color tears because I saw my aunt crying and her brown mascara was running and my sister told me it was because people cried different color tears, and I was boring because my tears were clear!
I used to believe there were little men inside our bodies that made all systems of our body work. I remember I first saw a illustrative image of such thing in a science book, but I used to literally interpret this image.
when I was little I used to believe that my pinkie was shorter then others because it was cut by a pair scissors and thrown away because I was told so.
when I was a child,I thought that if I used my saliva too much I wouldn't be able to speak .
When they came to pick me up after school and somebody asked me if my day had gone well , I answered with my head but now I don't believe it anymore
My Aunt used to tell me that if I cried too much, I would run out of tears.
When I was a little girl, my father told me that odd pains and twinges in your legs or other places were caused by random cosmic rays from outer space passing through your body...
I believed this solidly, and convinced others, until I was 17 years old... When I told my father how well he'd fooled me, he thought it was pretty funny...!
my best friend's older brother told us that snot was actually dead brain cells, and so when you had a cold, and your nose was runny, your brain was dying at a faster rate, and all running out of your nose.
i became terrified of blowing my nose, and was scared if you blew it too much, your brains would all come out.
to this day, i really don't like to blow my nose...
I used to think that when someone said to use elbow grease to clean something that it was actually a product you bought that was mad from cows joints!
I used to believe that I had a little old lady living in my mouth who's job it was to keep my spit flowing properly. She would haul buckets of spit up from my stomach and sloosh it around my mouth, then it would flow back down to my stomach and she had to haul it up again. I was frightened of her because I thought she would be cross with me for making her work so hard.
My dad always told me to never hold my sneeze and if I did, then my head will explode.
You know how, when rub your eyes really hard, you can sort of see swirls of color? I used to be convinced that when I was rubbing my eyes I was making fireworks go off inside my head. I would rub my eyes just for fun.
When I was about 3 years old I was playing outside in the summer and started sweating. I had no idea what was happening so I ran inside to my mom screaming "I'm watering! I'm watering!" It took me years before I learned that every sweats.
My dad always used to tell me to cover my mouth when I yawned. When I asked him why, he said, "Because people can see what you had for breakfast if you don't cover your mouth." I believed that for a long time!
When i was a kid i used to believe that if i farted and sneezed at the same time i would explode. My friend told me it happened to his cousin.
I used to think you could have a heart attack if you fell in love too deeply!
My mother once told someone she couldn't take a breath without me being right there! I interpreted that to mean she really couldn't breathe unless I was with her so I stuck by her all of the time. I thought if I went out to play, she wouldn't breathe!
I used to believe, after my uncle told me when I was about five, that if you ever happened to fart, burp, hiccup, cough, and sneeze at the same time, you'd blow up and die.
Now I know better cause I have common sense.
When I was little, my grandmother told me that if someone sneezed and you did not say "bless you", that their soul would leave their body. This haunted me and I would put my hands above my head whenever I sneezed to "catch my soul". Even as a superstitious teenager, whenever I sneezed and no one "blessed" me, I would raise my hands above my head non-chalantly!
When I was 5 or 6, our 12 year old neighbor made a big show of always spitting on the ground like a pro baseball player. For months I was terrified my saliva was something unnatural and horrible. I was scared I was the only person who was too stupid to spit it out before it killed me.
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