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whenever i was caught picking my nose by an older member of the family they would say "you will pick your brain out if you carry on doing that" for years i believed i was super intelligent because i must have at least picked half my brain away and i was still as clever as ever!
when I was younger, maybe 5 or 6 my older sister told me that snot was made of dirt, dust and bug skulls. I believed her completly, but still picked my nose and ate it...cause it tasted good.
when i was little, my mother told me that boogers were actually dead bugs so that i wouldn't pick my nose and possibly consume it.
i believed this, without a second thought until i was about 13 and thought "hey wait a minute".
i was a dumb kid.
I used to believe that if you ate the boogers of someone else, you would turn into them.
I used to think that if I picked my nose, "the boogerman" would pull me inside and I'd have to live in my nose for the rest of my life
I used to think that when I picked my nose, a little man inside would bite my finger off
I used to believe that bugers in your nose had feelings so if i ate one i would apoligize ! lol( when i waz like 3)
I was told when I was younger that the boogeyman lived inside my head. If I picked my nose too much, it would make him very angry and he'd come out and eat me!
when i was little i was worried that if picked my nose and ate it, and i had an x-ray done, the boogers would show up.
When my brother was little my grandpa used to tell us that he had lost his fingers from picking his nose. My little bro still does it though.
When I was little my mum told me that if i picked my nose i'd get worms.
But I quite liked this idea as i visualised lots of happy little cartoon worms in my stomach having a party and each time i ate a bogey it would make the party more fun.
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.
My dad is missing a finger from a carpentry accident. When we were little he would tell us that when he was little he was picking his now and a little man who lives in there bit off his finger. Needless to say, we never picked our noses again.
Whenever I picked my nose, my mom would say "Are you diggin' for gold?" I'm still looking for it.
I used to spend a heck of a lot of time wondering whether it was just in my country or all over the world that people get "boogers" in their noses.
My middle sister used to pick her nose and eat her boogers. So now that my two older sisters have kids (all girls), that if they eat their boogers there boobs won't grow like their mom/aunt.
I used to believe that if I picked my nose too much my brains would come out. I think my Mom probably told me that to stop me from picking. I was probably kindergarden age and I had a nightmare one night that woke me up. It felt so real that I had believed it was real. In the dream I was of course digging for gold, and pulled out a booger that was about the size of a grapefruit, and had the consistancy of Jello and was the most weird grey/green color. I thought for a few days there I was going to die cause how long can a kid live without a brain?
my mom has always told me that picking your nose makes big rings grow around your eyes and the only way to remove them is laser surgery. (which i believe is what happened to her!!) -& i've never picked boogers ever since.
I was afraid of picking my nose, because I believed (and vaguely recall being told) that snot was fly poop. Because, (of course!) when flies shat in the air or in our vicinity, it somehow got ingested through our nostrils. :S
When i was about 5, my mum used to tell me:
a. picking your nose made your eyes fall out
b. sitting on the pavement gave you piles
c. putting anything metal in your mouth gave you "kankers" whatever that was!!!
I think I never got kankers though one cant be sure...
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