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When I was three years old my brother was pulling the reel type lawnmower (no motor) and I started to push on the roller and my hand slipped and I cut off part of my left index finger. The Dr. fixed it and when I asked if it would grow back he told me it would. I believed it would until I started school.
I used to wonder why the heart and lungs didn't rattle around all over the place inside you. I had seen the picture of the body showing the skeleton and the heart and lungs on a poster at school as a five year old and thought the rest of your insides were just empty space. Didn't work that one out for years!
When I was a child my mom used to threaten me that if I bite others they can revenge me by applying sandal on the bitten spot so that all my teeth would fall off. One day I was frightened a lot after biting my sister that I was closing my mouth all day in the fear of losing my teeth and from that day I never bit others.
If you stood in front of the fire for too long your spine would melt!
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My wife has an Uncle Bill who used to own a couple bakeries. As a child Uncle Bill lost a portion of his middle finger in a farming accident. My wife along with her bother, sisters and numerous cousins believed for years his explanation as to the shortened finger. He told them that it was wore down from punching all the holes in the donuts.
I have two small moles on each side of the back of my neck. I hated
them, so I told my mom I was going to pick them off. She told me I
would bleed to death!
my dad used to pretend to pull my nose off and hold his thumb between his index and middle finger. I believed he had and would scream, "give me it back!" which he kindly did.
My dad told me that he had a 'dog poo warning trumpet' attached to his lips. When we walked down the street, everytime he saw dog poo he'd make a loud trumpet noise so we'd know to watch our feet! Although I don't believe it anymore, he still makes the trumpet noises 20 years on!
I used to think that I was made in Hong Kong! , as i ,like all men have a line along my scrotum, this I thought was where I had been moulded together!
I was told by my parents that if I lied to them they would know because my tongue would go black, I really thought that was true for years.
I used to believe that when you cracked your knuckles or your bones creaked that you were snapping the stitches that held you together - when they all snapped you died.
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my mum once said to me that my dad didn't have a bottom, refering to how small it was supposedly, i littrally beleived that his legs just joined into his back.
When I was about 7, a cousin told me that if I swallowed my 'Adam's Apple' I would certainly die. I can vividly remember rapidly developing such a phobia about this that every time I swallowed I had too feel my throat to make sure the said piece of anatomy was still in position!
i used to believe if you wore your socks to bed all the time your feet would fall off because they couldn't breath.
I was told as a child that I could have as many sets of milk teeth as I needed and only when I reached 18 would I have adult teeth which would last forever
I used to think that if you cracked your knuckles they would get big and you would have arthritis when you got old because of it.
when my hand or foot got tingly, my mom told me it had "fallen asleep". So I would cover it with a blanket to let it rest.
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I used to believe that I could pull my ears off. So every night before going to bed, I would tug relentlesly at my ears! Why I wanted them to come off I don't know!
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I used to believe that people's brains differed in colours. I always wanted purple brains for some reason.
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My mom has always painted her nails the exact same color red. When I was a kid, I thought they just grew out that way on ladies, and I always wondered what color mine would be.
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