What Crazy Things Can You Remember Once Believing?

It makes sense that we will leave behind some of our past flawed thinking as we learn new things as we grow up. To start with, I can remember thinking that water went down a different tube than food. After all, they came out of different places, and I suppose I picked up on people excusing a coughing fit by saying that something went down the wrong tube. Trying to pee out a potato could be a problem. So, I can recall worrying about making sure that my food and drinks remained separate, and wondering how things got sorted out when it came to soups and stews. After all, we eat ice cream and we drink root beer, so what do you do with a root beer float? What crazy things can you remember once believing?

 

Swallowing a watermelon seed would keep me up late with worry.

Then there's the idea that is you look cross-eyed and someone slaps you on the back, you'll be stuck like that forever.

 

My mom used that one on me, telling me that gum never left the intestines. I didn't buy that though, because I swallowed most of my gum.

 

I was gonna mention that, but a quick web search says that it CAN be an issue if you swallow too much of it. Sadly, it looses its flavor on the bedpost overnight

 

When I was a little girl, my whole infatuation in life was to grow up and marry Roy Rogers, because he owned Trigger, and I loved Trigger. I also enjoyed listening to Roy sing, and he was a cowboy Hero, so what was there not to love about the man ?
Anyway, my mother told me. (Over and over) that Roy Rogers was already married to Dale Evans, so I could not marry him when I grew up. I was sure that when I grew up, he would marry me anyway, and it took me a while to realize that I was wrong.
Then, I fixated on having a horse of my very own….

 

My Uncle Art went into the hospital, and I can remember hearing that he was hospitalized because he had "water on the knee." I wondered how someone could avoid getting water on their knees, and why he would have to be hospitalized because his knees got wet. He never came home from the hospital, so he died because his knees were wet.

I pondered that for the longest time, trying to figure out what that was all about. Perhaps it's a personality trait that began young because I don't generally ask questions; instead, I try to figure things out for myself. This was exacerbated by the fact that no one felt the need to explain anything to me, so I was working on things I overheard. That was a tough one, though, and I wondered why it was that no one seemed particularly concerned about baths, swimming, or rain. Should I worry about these things?

I never did get a concrete answer for that one, but I did learn, much later, that he had died of cancer, so I assume that one of the symptoms was excess fluid around his knee joints, and when he was first admitted, that might have been all that was known about his problem.