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When I was in about the fifth grade, A group of friends and I went up to a younger kid on the playground and asked him where babies came from. We knew of course, but we wanted to tease the little kid to see what he would say.
His reply: "The plus minus [pregnancy] test."
i laboured under the rather terrifying belief that in order to make a baby my seed would have to be put into my wife. why so terrible? unfortunately i thought surgery would be involved in removing one of my two 'seeds' (i now understand the surgery to be known as castration and largely unrelated to dedicated couples reproducing). as you can imagine, it took me a long time to realise that one day i'd actually love to father children: consequently, i blame the parents!
I knew where babies came from, but I didn't know how they got there, so I just assumed at age 9 that I had the baby all ready inside me until it was time for it to come out.
When i was a child i was told and truely believed, that i wasnt born, but chosen and bought from the local Co-Op supermarket. My parents even told me they paid for me with Co-Op stamps !!
I used to believe that birth control pills were there so you could choose whether you wanted a boy or girl( blue pills were for boys and pink for girls). I was very young when I believed this.....
One day when I was very little, I asked my dad the dreaded question "where did I come from?" He told me I was born out of a baked bean tin and they picked me up in the supermarket. It took me a long time to figure out that bake bean tins didnt come in that size.
When I was about 4 or 5 I asked my Mom where babies came from. She told me to ask my Dad. I did and he told me to ask my Mom. So, I asked my big brother (he was about 7 or 8 at the time)
He told me the JC Penney Catalog and showed me the pictures of the babies. Of course they were selling the baby clothes. I thought it was cool when we got the Sears catalog because they sold babies too.
I believed this till I was about 9 and my friend told me the truth. My brother got a good punch in the arm for that one!
I was 4 years old at the time and got out of bed one night, looking for my mom and dad. I was too small to reach the light for the staircase, so I called out, "MOMMY?". In seconds, her and dad were sitting at the top of the stairs.
They must have thought I heard something, because I asked, "What are you doing?" My dad answered, "We were making babies".
I asked, "How do you make babies?"..and he said, "When you love someone very, very much...that's how babies are made"..and from there, my Mom and Dad asked me to come up and cuddle with them.
We all sat there at the top of the stairwell and the three of us cuddled for, what seemed like forever!!
Months later, when my mom was getting close to giving birth, my dad took me aside and said, "Remember the night when we cuddled on the stairs and loved each other sooo much?...well, because you, Mommy, and me...loved each other sooo very much...you're going to have a new little sister."
Nobody can even imagine the pride I felt, thinking that I had a part in loving my mom and dad sooo much that I'd get a new "little sister"!!
My mom and dad told me that the only way you could make babies was to love someone alot.
When I was younger my brother used to tell me that if you ate too much licorice when you were pregnant you would have a black baby.
When I was little I asked my parents were babies came from, I was told that when they decided to have me, they simply went to the hospital with a bowl of flour and then the people at the hospital made me, the sad thing is that I believed them!
I suppose that my mother told me that part of a baby comes from "daddy's" testicles, so anyway, I believed that the whole testicle was somehow ejaculated through the man's penis and became the babies brain! I remember asking my mother if I would only be able to have 2 children or if they could put another one in!
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I believed that babies were made by taking the "fluff" out of milkweed pods, soaking them in a puddle, and then eating them. That was how the baby got inside you! Yeah, my older brother told me this ( to be a wiseguy ) but I totally believed him. I found out the truth a couple years later!
top belief!
I used to believe that when a baby was born, the doctors could tell if it was a boy or a girl by if its hair was long, signifying a girl, or short, which would mean it was a boy.
top belief!
You know all those cartoons where the baby comes with the stork? Of course you have... And of course i saw those when i was about 7. But then again i saw pictures from the time mom was pregnant. When we was watching the pictures she allways said something like: Look, here is you inside mommy's tummy.
After that i remember allways wondering how the stork got into my mommy's tummy =)
For many years I used to believe that my father had found me crying in a wooden crate close to where he worked. That was his answer when I used to ask where I came from. Then I found out that somehow babies came from the mothers' tummy, so then I used to think that all fat women were going to have babies.
I used to belive that children were simply a by-product of getting married and that sex wasn't involved at all. Once a couple was married someone would come along and deliver children to them.
When I was about 5 and asked where babies came from my mother said they came from seeds that the father gave the mother. So for many years I thought there must be a shop where you bought these magic seeds.
I thought that sperm was transmitted through the nipples, since wee-wees were only for peeing, of course. I asked my mother how this worked, if a woman's nipples became like 'mouths' and swallowed the man's nipples. She had my father show me a video that straightened everything out, except the whole gay sex part- but I figured that one out on my own.
top belief!
When I was very, very small, I used to think that babies were carried throughout the mother's lifetime; from the moment she, herself was born, until her child was born from her. And how did the new baby know when to be born? (Our child's intellect we should all wish to retain at least a spinter of) Of course: the baby arrived when it heard the WEDDING BELLS!
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