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52 Questions: #1 What Did You Believe In As a Child?

What Did You Used to Believe?Listen Up!  We are starting a new feature in 2007 called "52 Questions".  We want to hear from our readers, so each week we are going to ask a random question and expect YOU to answer!

This weeks question comes from blog team member Karen:  "What did you Butter Comes From Butterfliesbelieve as a child?"  Did you believe that storks really delivered babies?  Or that chocolate milk comes from brown cows?  Or that your teachers lived at the school?  Such childhood beliefs have spawned at least one book-- Butter Comes From Butterflies: When I was a kid I used to believe--and a really fun website: http://www.iusedtobelieve.com/.  Check it out, and then tell us:  What did YOU used to believe? (To answer click on the comments link below this post)

Posted on January 06, 2007 by Deb at 10:45 AM |

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I believed that people used to live in black and white and that color was something relatively new. I also used to believe that farts were new too as they were so funny that something like that couldn't have been around that long. And I used to believe that my dolls would come to life at night. I still won't watch movies that have that as a theme.

Posted by: karen | January 6, 2007 10:52 AM

Someone told me when I was little that if you ate black watermelon seeds, a watermelon would grow in your stomach. If you ate the white ones, a baby would grow. I accidentally swallowed one once and was terrified that I would have to have a watermelon cut out of me!

Posted by: Meghan | January 6, 2007 10:55 AM

When I was in school, we were studying the different stages of growth. They told us that teens go through puberty. Then we were asked what stage was for an adult. I raised my hand really high and shouted out, "Adults go through Adultery!" I couldn't figure out why my teacher was laughing so hard until much, much later.

Posted by: Sarah | January 6, 2007 11:00 AM

I believed that when my mother had my baby brother that since she let me touch her tummy and her belly button was obviously sticking out, that the doctor would simply open up her belly button when he got big enough and let him out. When my mother explained(much later on, I was only three at the time and wouldn't have understood) where babies were actually born, I was mortified. That, and I could never figure out why my father had a belly button since only mommies had babies, not daddies. I had deduced that birth through the belly button would be a much less painful option, since I thought it was stretchy and wouldn't hurt. So much for that theory.

Posted by: Anne | January 7, 2007 08:26 PM

When I was very little, I thought there were little bitty people inside the radio who made the music. Several years later, my Dad bought a 1957 Chevrolet Belair, a classic car if there ever was one. The radio only played "oldies" music (my Dad's preferred station) and I just assumed it was because the car was old.

Posted by: Brea | January 8, 2007 01:29 PM

My sister and I played in the woods a lot, and walked through a forest on our way to school. We believed that there were fairy people that lived in the woods.

Posted by: KimRadcliffSmith | January 11, 2007 10:27 AM

Kim, your comment reminded me of something me and my sisters used to believe--or at least make up stories about. We grew up in Lansing, KS near the state prison and when we would go for walks near there we would see this kind of creepy looking old tree. We called it the "hanging tree" and made up stories about how it was where they used to hang the condemned prisoners. I guess that's what happens when you grow up in a prison town.

Posted by: Deb | January 12, 2007 10:59 AM

I believed that there was a way to go back into the past, but I just hadn't figured out how yet. I believed that some people could fly, but they weren't telling the rest of us. I believed that some people could read your mind and know what you were thinking. I believed that what happened in my dreams actually happened somewhere else and that I had two lives.

Posted by: audrey | June 19, 2007 08:03 PM

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