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I believed that if you wash your hands long enough... they'll turn into gold! I washed until my hands started to bleed...I was a bright kid.. yeah...
When I was little, My dad told me that I had freckles because I was really born black and they painted me white. The freckles was from the paint chipping off.
When I first witnessed my sister picking her acne -she was teenage- The intensity of her focus was so much I thought it must be some sort of larvae she got from high school science class , and that she was trying to get them out.
I used to believe that black people were black because they had so many frecles that they merged together.
I used to believe that freckles were angel kisses.
I used to believe that we had a finite amount of skin and that I would eventually run out due to pealing.
That everyone had the same amount of skin and that short people were fat and tall people were skinny.
the moles on my face were from a lizard shitting on me when i was sleeping
When I was little, I was told that we all have seven layers of skin. I thought those layers were all I was going to have for the rest of my life, and if I were to lose them all, my insides would be exposed! Every time I got a cut or a scrap, I was terrified that I would run out of layers of skin before I got old :)
I had a lot of pet reptiles when I was a kid. When I got my first really awful sunburn and started peeling, I thought I was just shedding my skin.
I had a mole on the inside of my armpit. I used to pick at it all the time. When I was about 4, I was riding in the car with my cousin, picking at my mole. He pointed out that if I rip my mole off, it will hurt more than anything, and I would bleed to death. That definitely made me stop picking at it.
My mom used to always tell me not to stay out in the sun too long or I'd get dark, so I made the genuis asumption that if the sun made you darker the moon made you lighter. For a whole summer I would play in the sun all day then wait until my parents fell asleep and sit outside for a few hours determined to "undo" the darker tone i gained from playing all day.
I'm the youngest of 9 kids, all of us gingers. Every last one of us has bright red hair and freckles. I happen to be covered in more freckles than any of the others--I look as though I've been splattered with paint. As a child, my brothers and sisters used to call me names like "dot face" or "little dalmatian" to make me mad, so my mother told me the freckles were angel kisses and I had more than anyone.
One day when my sister made me particularly angry, I told her that the angels loved me more than her because they'd kissed me more times. She told me Mom lied to me and the freckles were actually demon kisses and I was getting more and more of them every day (it was summer and we had a pool, so I actually WAS getting more). She told me they'd come into our bedroom at night and kiss me to mark me as theirs and she had seen them do this.
I slept in my Mother's bed for 2 weeks before she got out of me why I was so terrified of sleeping. But I was unsure of whether my freckles were angel kisses or demon kisses until 3rd grade when a lovely teacher explained to me that, both unfortunately and fortunately, they are neither--just spots of pigment. Thank goodness for honest teachers!!
The first eight years of my life were spent in a predominately white small town in Iowa. There were a total of about five minorities in my neighbourhood - my mother (Honduran), my best friend (Filipino), my other best friend (Japanese), and then there was the only black girl in my school. She and I never had classes together, but her first grade class and my first grade class would often get together and do activities. For some reason I was really fascinated by her. I knew that people tanned when they were in the sun and so I thought that her family must have lived somewhere REALLY sunny where they just tanned all the time. I also knew that when *I* tanned I had tan lines and that when I got undressed I'd see the white parts of my skin next to the darker shades of my skin. I truly believed that black people had tan lines underneath their clothes and I would spend so much time trying to take a glimpse beneath the girl's clothes to find those tan lines!
My mum used to tell me that when ever a fly would land on me it would poop. She said that's where my moles/freckles came from.
When I was little I used to like to put pieces of scotch tape on my face and arms. I thought it was neat that when you peeled it off, the dead skin would come off with it and make pretty patterns. My big sister got fed up with this, and told me that every place I would put tape on my body I would get cancer there! I never did it again.
if you have freckles it is because you didnt wash your face well enough
I used to believe that stitches were zippers that doctors used, because when i was 6 my mom had brain surgery and attempting to reassure me, she said that the huge line of staples across her head was a zipper.
I fantasised the rest of the year about unzipping her head and seeing her brains.
When I first saw a black person I screamed and thought that the baby was sun-burned. I was only 3.
when my mum was 6 she used to think black people were black because they weren't clean enough
My little brother used to believe that my skin could be pulled away from my body almost 3 inches.
He didn't know I was wearing pantyhose.
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