When i was little and i stayed in the bath too long and my fingers got wringly i would think i was turning into a old man. So i would jump out of the bath and start crying.

lol ... i was stupid

my sister, when she was really little, didn't understand that people were different colors and why we were and everything. So she would call her friend Leslie "chocolate colored". When my mom asked her if that meant that she was "vanilla colored" she said No Mommy! We're pink!

erin

I used to think if a moth landed on you , you would get a mole.

karen

When I was about 3, we went to my friend's birthday party. She was African American, and my mom and I were about the only white people attending the party. I looked up at my mom and asked "Are they made of chocolate?".

Isabel

When I was probably 4 or so my stepdad's younger adopted brother told me that if I touched a black person that the color would rub off on me. This made me terrified and I didn't want to touch anyone with darker skin than mine. He even supported this lie by saying that's why black people have light colored palms, they rubbed all the color off. It wasn't until I was almost in High School before I finally realized this was all a lie!!

Anon

When I was little (about 4 or 5), I had lots and lots of freckles across my face. I hated them and complained about them a lot because I looked like a dork. My mom, in order for me to tolerate them, told me that 'freckles' were kisses from God and he kissed me so much that they show up.

I believed it for the longest time.

Caley Richardson

I used to think that the small, brown flecks that appear on random places of the skin would eventually get bigger and bigger until I was completely brown.

J

I used to believe we are all different colors. Now I know we are just different shades of melatonin. So we are all ONE pigment, but some have more and others have less.

Kitty Lover

When I was really young, around 4 or 5 an older friend told me that his sister was going to have plastic surgery to fix something on her face. for the longest time I wondered what would happen if the plastic tore...
see, I thought that she was actually using plastic to fix her face!!! How silly I was!

Anon

When i was in my early teens my friend and I always made fun of how white I was, so one day i was teasing her about a huge birthmark she has that streches along her right leg. She looked me straight in the eye and told me that that part of her was mexican thats why its like that. I about died laughing.

Me

When i was little i believed if i picked the scab where my injection had been it would not work as it was supposed to!! how silly was i!!

Danni age 11

My little sister used to believe that people with brown or black skin were made out of chocolate. I assume she also thought people with white skin were made of vanilla.

Anon

i believed that if your mole came off you would bleed to death

harriette

When I was like 6 I went to a gym/club with my mom. There were these tanning booths, and I asked what they were, and my mom told me they made people dark- I don't remember if she said dark, or black, but I always thought after that that there was a machine someone could go in if they wanted to turn black.

Gina

I have this birthmark on my arm that looks like a brown blotch, not a puffy freaky hairy thing, that with a little imagination looks like the jet engine on the wing of an airplane when viewed at lets say a 3/4 angle. When I was real young, maybe 4-5 years old, I used to think it was a design or blueprint for some weird gizmo of sorts that I never knew the purpose for. I hid it from people back then, not because of that though it might've been the secondary reason, I still prefer not to show it to this very day (you wouldn't believe how many people dunno what a birthmark is nowadays and ask or give weird looks).

Cory

My grandfather once told me that you got rid of warts by rubbing a potato on it and buring the potato in the backyard. I believed him.

MM

When I was really little, probably about 5, I remember the thought crossing my mind that maybe black people were boys and white people were girls. Then I remembered my Dad wasn't black and blew my whole theory.

Ruth