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My childminder used to tell me that if i picked my nose it would fall off. I tried really hard not to pick it but one day i had to, when i did i started crying cos i thought it would fall off!
To my surprise it never did fall off....
LOL!!
When I was younger I had a pretty nasty cold and I was blowing my nose. My mom told me if I blew any harder I would blow my brains out right through my nose. I cried and cried and cried....she told me she didn't mean it like that, but to this day I can't stand blowing my nose lol.
when i was three or so my mom said that boogers were good for you. i actually believed it...
When I was in kindergarten, my mom once told me that if I pick my nose, then ants would crawl into my nostrils. I used to believe it was true. Whenever my nose itches, I thought there were ants living in there. When my nose bleeds, I thought I had killed ants.
i used to believe that snot was easy to buy in the shops
when i was about 10 i had a really bad cold and like any stupid kid i thought i was being proactive by picking out as much snot as i could and therefore get rid of my cold. well it ended in a huge nosebleed and my mom had me stuff tissue up my nostrils to try to soak up the blood, it just wouldnt stop. after a while i was fine and removed the tissue, tho my nose was still blocked with the cold. about a week later my right nostril was still blocked. in the middle of a clothes store i went rooting for gold and pulled out the biggest hardest lump of red tissue from my nose that had been stuck up there since the week before, unnoticed, and presented it to my mom shouting "Look, i unblocked my nose!" needless to say she was highly embaressed tho i was quite proud of myself!
When I was little, my friend's mother told me there was a snail that lives inside of your nose, and if you pick your nose, he will chew off your fingernail, and after that, he would bite your finger off!
I used to believe that everybody's head, above their eyes, was full of boogers, and while you slept at night they slid down into your nose to replace the ones that got picked earlier.
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.
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