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As a kid, i believed that chocolate was made from poop and that's why i wouldn't eat it
I used to believe when I ate bananas I could climb on trees more easily because I could become a monkey. I liked climbimg on them so I ate a lot of bananas. But I was scared to get hairs everywhere in my body. Now it's my favourite fruit.
when I was younger , I used to soup made you grow taller
I used to believe that if you ate too many carrots your skin and hair would turn orange.
I thought swiss cheese came from the moon.
When I was younger my sister told me that cream eggs were made with real cream (which I didn't like) so that I would give any that I had to her!
Spaghettis grow on trees.
My auntie was told by her husband that glacia cherries were made of seaweed, she wouldnt eat them for years.
my sister used to eat only the chicken wings, cause she believed she could fly like a bird then. but for me it was absolutely clear that this would not work cause i knew that everything you eat will leave your body later on the toilet...
today i don't know who of us was more stupid.....
Mom told us that if we didn't eat every single bite of our veggies at dinner time, we'd get colon cancer.
i used to believe that rainbow ice cream was a whole multitude of flavours in each icecream. I was destroyed when i found out its just caramel flavoured ice cream...
When I was about 4 years old, my older cousin told me that the little brown spots on tortilla chips and Fritos were actually moles off off old people's butts. I didn't eat them again until I was 11 or 12.
When I was younger, my parents told me that if I didn't finish all my rice, my wife will grow dimples all over her face... one for each bit rice I didn't eat. I believed it for a little while after that, but then logic set in.
when i was about 7, at girl-scout camp, i burn a marshmallow while sitting around a campfire and my troop leader told me that people in canada pay more for burnt food.
of course i believed her. mrs.barton was never wrong...
When I was about 8 or 9 I went round to my friend's house for tea and we were having soup. I asked what it was and they told me Oxtail soup, I recoiled in horror and proclaimed that there was no way I'm going to eat foxes tail! And I hate to admit it but since that day it hasn't passed my lips.
I used to my mom was saying "girl-cheese" sandwiches instead of "grilled cheese" sandwiches. I could never understand why there wasn't "boy-cheese" sandwiches!
My mother told me that if you ate the cranberry in Rosoff's Saurekrat jar that it was poison and you would die.
I think I beleived that for almost 20 years until I found out that it was only a decoration!
When I was younger, my mom used to make some really fantastic split pea soup. Although up until about the age of 7, I thought she was saying spit pea soup, and I would get very disgusted that there was spit in it, but would eat it anyway because it was so good. I also though that grilled cheese sandwiches were girled cheese sandwiches, and once I asked for a boyed cheese sandwich!
Not really my own, but I witnessed it first hand. :-)
I was in the produce section at the grocery store and I overheard this family (Mom, Dad, son - about 10 or 11, and daughter about 6). The mom told the little girl to put something down and when I looked up, the little boy was eyeing the eggplant his sister was holding. He asked his mom what it was and she casually replied "It's an eggplant." The boy got this REALLY confused look on his face and then asked his mom "It makes eggs?!?" I just smirked at the mom (and she at me) when she saw me listening to the conversation.
I wasn't very young when in a conversation with many people older than I. We were talking about different vegetables when someone mentioned okra. I said, "isn't okra a fish?"
I thought that okra, a long, stalkey vegetable was an asian-like cod type of fish.
haha.
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