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When I was younger I asked my mother what would happen if you didn't wake up a body part that had fallen asleep. She told me that it would dissappear! You never saw someone so intent on waking a body part like I was, all the while terrified I wasn't doing it quick enough and soon my arm/leg/hand, etc... would be gone!
I used to think that all shoes were hollow, and so ladies who wore highheeled shoes were forced to because of their funny, pointy-heeled feet.
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.
When I was in seventh grade I was made fun of constantly because my feet were so ugly. I had been a dancer so my toes were pretty mangled and they were always turning purple. After a while I got sick of all the questions, so I told everyone that when I was born, the umbilical cord got caught aroung my ankles and cut-off the circulation. Unfortunatly, they had to amputate both of my feet. Luckily though, they were able to replace them with baboon feet. It was the first transplant of it's kind. I had people coming up to me for years, asking me if I really had baboon feet!
Until I was about twelve, I thought the cervix was your adam's apple! I quickly got this idea trampled in health class one day when I blurted out, "Oh my god, women have TWO?"
I used to think a diaphragm was a disposable bone.
I knew you could breathe through it and one day I noticed that a TV character found one in her bag.
When I was little, for some reason I used to think that your feet were "private parts", and that wearing sandals was really rude! I never liked showing anyone my feet or looking at anybody elses.
I was about 4 when my sister was born, and my mum would breast feed her. I remember watching my mum drinking a glass of milk with her dinner and thinking she must be filling her boobs up for my sis!
I used to think my forehead was actually called a three-head.
At a family party recently, my seven-year-old cousin told me she could roll her eyes back in her head to see her brain. Playing along, I asked her what color it was. She informed me that it was red, white, and blue, because those are the colors of the flag in the country she lives in.
when I was a kin I used to think people that "sold themselves on corners" actually sold parts of their bodies to people who didn't have any. Imagine my surprise when I found out the truth!
When I was 7 one of my playmates told me that if you accidentally swallowed one of your loose teeth, the tooth would grow out of your boobie. She was very positive about this, so of course, I believed her.
i used to believe that your feelings (as in "you just hurt my feelings) rested on your shoulders which was why you kinda slouched a bit when someone hurt you
My best friend in elementary school was black. One time on the bus, he must have eaten a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich, and got some jelly on his arm. He licked it off his arm, and I thought he'd cut himself and was sucking some blood off of where he got cut. I believed black people had jelly-like blood.
I was told that if you sleep with a bra on your breast wouldn't grow. Now it's impossible for me to sleep in a bra because it doesn't feel comfortable, and yet I still have small breast.
When I was around 4 or 5 I was convinced that you would weigh less if you sucked in your stomach on the scale.
When I was little, my mother told us that ear wax was duck poop. Every time she cleaned mine and my brothers' ears, she would quack. Whoever had the most "duck poop" got the loudest quack. We were always competeing and trying to make more duck poop in our ears.
I used to believe a mans private parts looked like 3 balls stacked on one another, like a snowman, due to boys talking about their "balls". I was shocked and confused when I took my first health class and learned differently.
After seeing my Grandma take out her false teeth, I believed that I could take out my own. I spent countless hours in front of the bathroom mirror trying to figure this out. Until someone clued me in.
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!
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