Silly Things We Believed as Children

I can't believe I thought this, but I used to think that both the man and the woman had to have an orgasm in order to conceive.  If that were the case, there'd be a population shortage!

BraaaHaaaHaaa!  Good one, Barbe!!

If that was the case... male scientists would simply develop a "female orgasm supplement"... lol

Not a childhood memory but my dd told on herself and her friends.  When attending a woman's college, they took a road trip to a men's college and wearing masks, proceeded to wet "tampoon" all the statues and such around the men's campus.

Something tells me alcohol was involved.  LOL

Fun reading this thread!   Not sure what monster was under  my childhood bed but even today--if I wake up and have an arm or leg hanging over the edge, it gets pulled in quickly!   Guess now, I'm scared of dust bunnies!   My older sister was my childhood idol.  In retrospect, she took advantage of me!   We shared a bed in an older home with no heat in the bedrooms.   She somehow convinced me that when I went to bed, earlier than she, I had to go to sleep in a certain spot.   When she came to bed, she'd move me over to a cold, cold spot and get in where I'd already warmed the bed!   One time in second grade, she told me to go up to my teacher and say "imbecile".   She told me it was French for "Good morning, teacher"....I didn't fall for that one because I was terrified to even say hello to that teacher!!!   We laugh about things now.

My two adult kids thought I had a third eye in the back of my head (when they were little, they couldn't figure out how I knew who hit who or did what when my back was turned!) until they saw me chemo bald. 

I wish it really had been true that storks brought the babies to you!!!

Having four kids, with six years between the youngest and the oldest, made for some fairly interesting events.  Like most parents, the one thing I learned pretty early on was that if they were quiet, mischief was afoot.  Many times I nipped some diabolical plan in the bud just by quietly listening outside a door or a window.  After frightening the crap out of them by springing their plan before disaster struck; one day in anger and fright, I told them that I had eyes in the back of my head. It wasn't until years later that the oldest boy told me that he believed me and often tried to see where they were. He also said that it worried him enough that many times he thought twice before planning anything new.

Sheila.

Junie - I got a big chuckle out of your post!  My older brother never did any of those things...he just slugged me in the arm whenever he got a chance.  Always wished I'd had a sister instead...until we were teenagers and then I really appreciated having a brother and his friends hanging out at our house!!