*Sucking the blood from a lost tooth, cut, etc. would "recycle" me blood and prevent blood loss.
Me too.
As a kid I believed in some nonsense as well.
When I was a kid, I thought that the root of a number was a real root, like the root of a tree, so when somebody asked me "How big is the root of five?", I would try to show the size of the root with my hands.
I thought that Turkey was the country where tourists live. Somehow I mixed up "Turska", which is Croatian for Turkey, and the adjective "turisticka", which means "pertaining to tourists".
I could not fathom the concept of the existence of any language other than Croatian. I was shocked when I heard English on Cartoon Network for the first time. What makes this ironic is the fact that when I lived in Hamburg in Germany as a two-year old I could speak German almost as well as Croatian (so my mother says), but I forgot German when I returned to Croatia.
I thought that a sentence must fit into a single line in a notebook. So, when I had to write a long sentence, I tried to squeeze the letters as much as possible so the sentence can fit into a single line. Fortunately, my father noticed this and he told me I can start writing the remaining words into new line. It was an epochal discovery for me, like the wheel had been invented anew.
I once tried to draw the map of the world when I was 7. I made a map with only a handful of countries, such as America, Australia, England, Austria, Germany, Croatia and some invented ones, like Adria. I ddin't know how the countries looked like, so I just placed their names where they I thought they were located relative to each other and draw their flags beneath their names. I drew Austria and Germany north of Croatia, England and America west of it, and I drew Adria and Australia somewhere to the Croatian south. I got every flag wrong except for the Croatian one. The flag of Austria I drew looked like the flag of Britain with inverted colours.
I didn't know what fathers are for. I thought: "Mothers give birth to children, but what does a father do?" This bothered me until a saw a scene in
Terminator, where a woman lies on a man and he firmly grips her stomch with his hands. I had it figured out! A baby is made when the father strongly presses the stomach of the mother with his hands! I believed in this until I was 9 or 10.
Now, please excuse me while I go hide under a rock.