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I used to believe that if I picked my nose in front of the TV, the people on TV could see me doing it. So, I went behind the couch where they couldn't see me do my business!
I used to believe there were spiders in my nose. My mother told me this when I was really little to keep me from picking my nose. I looked at her horrified and almost unable to move with tears running down my face and asked her to take them out for me.
my nan had 9 out of 10 fingers amputated and so she used to tell me that she picked her nose and the cockroachs ate them. :S i actually belived her...
when i was 3 i thought u would find a plate of dinner up your nose because my dad used to say to me DO YOU WANT A FORK!!!
i used to think that if you picked your nose you could eat it because it was a type of chicken.
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 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.
When I was young, I used to pick my nose a lot. This was because the Boogie Man lived under my bed and the only way to keep him from kidnapping my blankie was to leave booger offerings on the wall beside my bed.
I believed that if I was in an air crash in the Arctic where there was nothing to eat I could survive by picking my nose, and so I refused to stop doing it.
when I was 5-6 I saw a man in a wheelchair...I asked my grandfather why he was in that chair and couldn't walk. He told that's what happens when you pick your nose and eat it.
my nan told me that if i picked my nose my hand would turn into a pigs trotter. then my grandad would sneak up behind me with a pigs trotter up his sleeve to add back up to her story. wish i'd known about social services then.
i used to believe that boogers were the result of bees and flies and other insects that would fly up your nose and die in there. I must say, it didn't bother me at all to be eating dead bugs...
My aunt once told me, upon catching me with my finger in my nose, that if I kept it up, my nostrils would get bigger and bigger from my finger stretching them out. Instead of quitting my bad habit, I would squeeze my nostrils together after picking, hoping that it would work.
When I was a young child, I was a fervent nose-picker. One time, in the middle of a prolonged car trip, I'd come down with a slight cold, and had been picking more than usual in a vain attempt to unplug whichever nostril was plugged at the time. Apparently I'd done some damage to the internal nasal tissues, because in the middle of a rather fevered picking session, I came up with a particularly juicy red scab with some nose hair attached. Not realizing the wonderful treasure I'd just dug up, I asked my mother what it what it was, the bloody thing perched happily on my index finger. My father, probably unaware of my treasure, immediately responded, "It's your cold." Before my mother could clarify, my sister started screaming how gross nose-picking was, and I flicked the thing outside the car window. For several years thereafter, I assumed that whenever I had a cold, all I had to do was dig until I pulled out a fat red booger, and my cold would immediately start getting better.
when my sister was little, she went through a nose-picking phase. my parents solved this by telling her that a finger-eating snail lived in her nose and that if she picked it, the snail would bite off her finger. terrified, she believed it and stopped picking her nose.
When I was younger my father told me that if I picked my nose my nostril would stretch to accommodate the size of my finger.
Lord knows I didn't want big holes in my nose so I stopped picking my nose.
I used to believe that boogers were little bugs that went up your nose when you were asleep then died and dried up and you had to pick them out in the morning when you woke up.
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 young, I used to believe that in my nose were tiny purple machines that created boogers, and the boogers came down on conveyor belts and sat in my nose waiting to get picked
my mom told me that if i would pick my nose i was pulling my brains out. i was about 4 and that scared me. i am now 14 and havent touched my nose since
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