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I used tot hink that when people talked about genes, they meant my jeans that you wear. My grandma said I had nice eyes because of my genes, and I was like "how to jeans give me nice eyes?"
When i was child there was my friend who has green eyes and i always think that all the view which she had best be of green colour, i alyawys think that all the people in the world who has coloured eyes look things according to their eye colur for example person with green eyes see things green, and the person with grey or blue eyes see things grey or blue.
i used to believe that whatever color your eyes are then that would be all you could see. Like if you had blue eyes everything would be blue. It never occured to me that I didn't see everything in brown the color of my eyes.
I used to think that if you watched tv close up for a very long time your eyes would actually turn square shaped, and that this had happened to people that wear square glasses! I was so relieved when my dad told me that it wasn't true!
when i was little i belived when you were born the first thing you would look at would be the color of your eyes. Because i have Brown eyes for the longest time i thought i had looked at poop when i first opened my eyes!
I remember being in pre-K and I thought that when I closed my eyes and saw darkness that everyone saw the same darkenss. And I used to lie on my cot during nape time, blinking my eyes slowly and quickly just to confuse everyone. I just knew everyone was saying, "Who is turning the lights on and off."
Funny, how I knew to say lights, even though I thought it was my eyes...
I could see those "floaters" in my eyes when I was little. I used to believe that my eyes were as strong as microscopes because I thought I was seeing germs.
I used to beleive that whatever I though about would be projected onto my eyes so that other people could see it too. I stood in front of the mirror for hours before realizing that I probably coudn't see my own thoughts. I asked my friends if they could see but they said no too. I never got to see bugs bunny in my eye. :(
eye sparkles ... the lil white dots of light that zoom around your eyes when looking at a blue sky.. or white piece of paper.. (actually caused by floating white blood cells)
I used to believe that they were spirits on their journey to a happier place. Eye sparkles still make me smile with childlike joy
i used to be very proud of the fact that i can touch my eye with my finger and not be scared. My brother then, in an attempt to make me stop this, told me that if i touched it my eyes would melt. I STILL feel uncomfortable touching my eyes.
The other day I was driving my 8 yr old daughter to school. We were talking about a comment someone had made about her long eyelashes and how it embarassed her. I made the comment "Ellen, most women would give a million buck to have eyelashes like yours." She got quiet for a little while, then said "Mom, I have THE BEST idea to make money. What if I made FAKE eyelashes for people!" "Then they could have eyelashes like mine and I can get rich!" She was so excited. I hated to have to tell her that fake eyelashes have been around a long time and she won't be getting rich anytime soon from them.
My grandmother told me when I was little if you got doll hair in your eye you would go blind. She also said that if you played with a nail file long enough you could start a fire and burn the whole house down.
When I was little, my cat clawed me across the eye. I freaked out and thought my eye ball was bleeding but my mom told me that was impossible because the human eye 'blink' is this fastest thing in the world and nothing could touch it.
I use to poke myself in the eye...a lot.
Since all the smart people in the cartoons I would watch wore glasses, I assumed that my dad was smarter than my mom, since he wore glasses and she did not.
As a kid, I couldn't understand how people could move their eyeballs around. When I looked in the mirror, they were always pointed straight at the mirror. I even asked other kids how they moved their eyes like that. They only looked at me with bewildered expressions, or infuriatingly rolled their eyes at me.
However, the flipside of this is that I didn't think people could tell I was looking at them if my head wasn't pointed straight at them. I was so sneaky.
This all fell apart when a teacher put me into timeout because I rolled my eyes when she told me to stop doing some stupid thing. At first I didn't understand what had happened. Over the course of my timeout, I pieced all this eye business together.
You know how you somethimes see those long little germy thingies floating across your eye when you're staring into nothing? Well, I used to think that I could magically see microscopic organisms and that I had some kind of super power. Anyway, I learned later that those thinga are just bacteria or sumthing floating across your eye, professionally nicknamed, "floaters" and that everybody sees them. o well...
i used to belive that my eyes had unbreakable glass on them!`
I have dark eyes and brown hair. When I was like 5 years old.. I saw my sister's friend in school, she had Green eyes. So I went to my mom after school saying: Mom!! I saw a girl today.. SHE HAS ROTTEN EYES!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought it was normal to have black, brown, hazel eyes.. but big green eyes!! i thought she was sick!
I was a stupid child I guess :|
I used to believe that your eye was like a raw egg, and that if you poked your eyeball, it would run all over like the yolk of a raw egg.
Then my dad got eye surgery and had stitches across the white of his eye. The sight of it made me nauseous. I couldn't look at him until it healed.
You know when you're wearing make-up and when you cry then it'd fall with your tears and stuff? Well when was like 5 or 6, my mom told me that when older girls cry.. their eyes would bleed, which really was the make-up. So for a few years I thought that was true until I watched this one cartoon.
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