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I freaked out when my mom told me that teeth fall out after I lost my first baby tooth and assumed that every other body part would fall off and I would grow new ones.
I used to believe that circuncision was a natural process and that the foreskin fell off during puberty.
My sister was convinced that men and women had balls because her sex-ed teacher told her so. I think she heard wrong.
As a child, i took the phrase "screaming your head off" literally, and lived in fear of coming across a screaming head flying through the air.
i'm of irish/english heritage. i thought that i could become black like my closest friend if i spent enough time in the sun. needless to say, i spent much of my childhood dreadfully sunburnt.
When I was five, I thought those five pointy things on my hand were called "thingers." You know, thingers, to pick things up with.
I used to believe that darker skinned women had chocolate milk in their breasts and that white women had white milk in their breasts.
When I was a child I remember being so intrigued by my parents bathroom stuff, especially the teeth in the cup. I thought having dentures and hemmoriods were something everyone got when they got older. To my mother's horror, I brought her dentures for show and tell and she had to come get them at school.
When I was very yound, my foot fell asleep for the first time, but I thought it was sand in my shoe, so I took my shoes off and dumped it out, then put it back on. But there was still sand in it. I did this several times and didn't realize what it was for years later.
When we were about 4-6, we used to believe (well, half believe) that if you tread on somebody's shadow it would hurt the person.
I used to think that when you had an itch, that a unicorn was flying around the inside of your body and its horn was poking you.
I used to believe that if you wore socks to bed, your toes would fall off because they would get too hot and not be able to breathe. My friend's older sister told me this at a sleepover when I was 8 years old.
i used to believe that if a person was really stupid u could see through one ear and out the other(i still kinda do)
When I was little and being a brat, my grandmother used to threaten to rip my whiner out (the "whiner" being the part of my body that caused me to whine). My mother fully supported this threat. Once she even went so far as to put me up on the kitchen counter and take out a knife. I had to promise to stop whining so that she wouldn't remove my whiner.
...to be honest, the threat never kept me from whining, it just made me think my grandmother was mean.
When I was 5 I lost my first tooth. I thought that when I woke up I would have my tooth back in my mouth. When I woke up (to my surprise) I didn't have another tooth in my mouth. I started crying.
When I was little, I had a dolly whose head fell off, then coinsidently, my mum had an ornament whose head fell off. It must have really scared me because from then on I walked around with my hands on my head because I guess I believed my head would fall off if I didn't hold it on.
I thought each of your internal organs was a different color. Only ones I remember are the spleen which I thought was green, the pancreas which I thought was pink, and the liver which I thought was brown!
my boyfriend thought (or still thinks) that flossing your teeth is dangerous--the plaque that you get out from between your teeth will be swallowed and will form the plaque in your arteries that cause heart attacks.
when i was a kid, my sister and i both believed that our calves stored milk, much like a camel stores water in its hump. after all, they were called "calves."
When my grandparents would stay overnight at our home, I'd watch them both take out their teeth and put them in a glass for the evening. I assumed that EVERYONE'S teeth eventually came out "whole" as a part of growing up!
So . . . every day, I'd grab my gums, wiggle a bit, and think to myself, "No, not quite yet . . .!"
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