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My aunt told us that if we picked our nose, we would pull out the spring that held our eyeballs in. I believed it for the longest time.
When I was 4, I met a crusty old man who sported half an index finger on one hand. Naturally I asked how he had lost half of that finger. He told me it was from picking his nose, that the boogers had eaten it right off. This sufficiently frightened me for years enough so that I couldn't even deal with my nose in any capacity, believing that it bore toxins similar to those contained in hydrochloric acid.
My mother thought "boogers" was a vulgar word, so she always called them "treasures" (as in "digging for treasures"). For years I believed this was the actual scientific name for them - and hence also thought that Captain Kangaroo lived in the Booger House!
my big brother told me that if you pick your nose too much, it turns your eyes inside out and you would only be able to see inside your own head
I had two little friends who told my sister and I to eat boogers because they were salty.
My dad was a coal miner and when he used to catch me picking my nose he would say
"i'll swap you a black'un for a green 'un"
obviously due to his coal encrusted mucus
My mom told me that if I picked my nose, my finger would stay there someday!!
I used to belive that there was gold in my nose because pepole would always say that i was "diggin' for gold"!
I always thought if you ate your bugars you would get worms.
I used to believe that crows ate my buggers if I sent them about the window.
When I was young, every time my mom caught me picking my nose she would threaten to send me off to live on a pig farm. One time, after wiping a booger on the couch, she picked up the phone and faked a phone call to Farmer Brown. I was mortified for the next hour, as I awaited Farmer Brown to come and take me away. Thank God he never showed up :-)
When i was about three, on the wall next to my bed, there was wall-paper with the faces of all kinds of boys and girls on it. I was facinated by this wall-paper and could look at it for hours. I had the strong believe, that if i could give them 'special' eyes, they could look at me too. So i gave them eyes made out of the material you get when you are picking your nose (i don't know the correct word!). It never worked because one day my mother did a spring-cleaning and she whiped all those tiny, dry (eye)balls off the wall. Great was my disappointment and i still hear the ticking sound of the balls on the floor!!
My sister once told my child, who was picking their nose, that if they didn't stop it their eyeballs would fall out. It worked!
My dad used to say if he caught any of us picking our noses 'Did you catch the monkey?', so I believe there was a monkey up my nose!! Never questioned how it got there or how a big monkey could live in my nose but it kept me thnking for years!
my mum said that if i picked my nose i would eventually pick away my nose and end up looking like micheal jackson. i always beleaved that was why his nose was so funny....
My Uncle was missing half of his pinky finger. Whenever one of us kids would ask him what had happened he always responded by saying "I picked my nose and a booger bit it off. I believed him until I was about 8 years old.
I was told as a kid that if you picked your nose and ate it your skin would turn green.
I often wondered about the origins of the Incredible Hulk...
My mother told me that when I sniffed up to clear my nose, the snots went down the back of my throat and would stick to my chest, making me ill. When I asked how things that I ate, which went down my throat, didn't stick to my chest I was told that "that's different and doesn't make people ill". I was certainly more careful not to sniff up, but thought it perfectly acceptable after that to pick my nose and eat it!
I used to think bogies were made of dead flies which had flown up my nose.
My mother once told me that if I ate my boogers they would turn into maggots in my belly and I would have to get my stomach pumped.
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