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My grandfather had me convinced that my aunts and mother were well-endowed in the chest area because they blew on their thumbs all the time.
I tried and tried and tried.
It never worked!!
When I was around 4 I was told that if I put my shoes on the wrong foot my feet would reverse.
I used to believe that I could live in a world without conflict with other human beings. But I have learned that conflict is a part of the human condition, that it cannot be escaped. One can only learn how to deal with conflict constructively. I also believed that little people lived in my stomach, and when I swallowed my food, it came down to them, and then they ate it.
When I was 5ish,6ish, I use to believe god had buckets of each of our body parts and would drop them down from heaven one by one.....first the skeleton,muscles, arms, legs, etc.....like we appeared from a star trek film.
When I was little my Aunt Judy told me if I drank a lot of milk, it would make my boobs grow. She was wrong.
When I was 6 I saw my uncle take out his false teeth. I thought everyone could take out their teeth if you pushed the right button. I spent all of the second grade trying to find the switch.
Until I was eight, I believed that humans could grow new replacement teeth throughout their lifetime. I found out the truth when a relative told me to take "good care of this set". I now brush twice daily.
My brother and I would frequently travel across a neighbor's cow pasture to get to our friends' house. One time I wasn't paying attention and I stepped in a very fresh cow pie and it soaked through my shoe. When I got home and told my dad, he told me it would make my foot grow bigger. It made sense because people use manure to make their plants grow bigger, right? Well my foot DID grow slightly larger than my other foot and I believed the manure was the reason for the longest time!
My aunt Toodie told us a variety of scary tales when we were kids. Among them was that one's anus was held together by something she called a "pucker string".
Aunt Toodie went on to warn us that an especially large, hard stool might break the pucker string, at which point an emergency operation would be necessary to prevent our "guts" from falling out through the de-puckered anus.
As a child the idea thought that my pucker string might break terrified me. It was only until about the fourth grade, and after a few embarrassed furtive question and answer sessions with trusted playmates, that I finally figured out that a "pucker string" was just one of the many products of aunt Toodies' spectacularly inventive imagination.
This is not my belief, it's my little cousins.
As a child he believed he had a uterus. We tried to explain that only girls had them, and that he had a uvula. He said no, he had both. We couldn't convince him otherwise.
when I was younger I was chubby and my sister had told me that my rolls on my side were love handles and everyone could tell who I had a crush on
My mom told me that when somebody said, "shake your booty" it meant "shake your foot". She also said that my nightmares would come true if I didn't tell anyone.
All through life, I always thought the lungs were located in your throat. I'm 25.
My brother used to have a bright red birthmark on his back but as he got older it began to fade a bit. I was convinced that they washed off over time and mine had been washed off earlier since I was older. I then proceeded to go at his back with a scrub brush every time he had a bath.
I'n a girl and when I was small, I used to think even the boys were the same 'down there'
i used to think when u split ur head open, it actually split down the middle
I used to think that blood was blue, and that it turned red when it hit oxygen. that's just because my veins in my hands and wristsl ooked blue.
when i was about 5 i used to think that in between womans breast was a second anus. i guess i believed that because boobs look kind of like butts im now 16
My dad used to have this mole on the middle of his back. He told us that if we pushed it, his butt would fall off.
my mom broke her toe when i was three.
"where did you break it?"
"in the bedroom"
"don't worry, i'll look under the bed"
after much searching i finally had to admit that i failed in finding her pinky toe.
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