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My uncle had lost part of a finger, when he saw me picking my nose when I was little he said thats how he lost his finger,never picked my nose again in case I lost mine
I believed that one was born with a perfect sphere of booger-material at the top of each nostril. Each nose-picking whittled away at these spheres. I don't remember whether or not I thought these spheres served any purpose, but I recall lying on the floor at nap-time in pre-school with my finger up my nose thinking I'd have to pace myself if I wanted any left when I became an adult.
When I was little, I had heard somewhere (can't remember where for the life of me) that boogers were house flies that landed in your nose, died, and had began decaying.
When i was around 5 i couldn't sleep one night. I picked my nose and i suddenly got scared. I thought if i dropped it on the floor it would become a boogie monster. And i thought if i ate it, I would become a boogie monster.... So i put the booger back in my nose...
i used to think that if you didint pick your nose it would fill up with bugers and youd suficate.
When I was little I saw this commercial where it was just the camera on a hospital ceiling for 30 seconds. It then says "Think that was boring? Try it for a lifetime. Don't snort". Meaning cocaine, I guess, but snorting my runny snot back up was a bad habit my mom had tried to cure me of constantly. After that commercial I was afraid it would kill my brain and I always kept a box of tissues by me so I could blow my nose instead.
This isn't from me, but from my 4 year old daughter. Over the weekend she told me she was eating her boogers because she thought they would turn her eyes green.
as a child i used to pick my nose, one day i was in pre-school (kindergarten to the americans) when i pulled out an extra large booger.... i screamed because i thought it was my brain so i tried my hardest to shove it back up into my nose!
My aunty used to tell me that if I kept picking my nose, I'd eventually go deep enough to release the hook that held my eyes in their sockets.
When I was a child, I use to believe that when you died. God would make you watch a video of your whole life - On a big screen in front of the world and everyone would see ALL that you did. So I would only pick my nose under the blankets becuase I also believed that under the blankets was the only place you were safe.
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