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When I was about three or four I saw a skeleton on TV. My dad told me I had one inside me. I freaked, screaming 'I'M A SKIN BOY' over and over.
I thought I was solid skin all the way through.
When my brother(caucasian) and my godbrother(african american) were little they decided that the difference in their skin color was because one drank white milk and the other drank chocolate milk.
I'm 18 and I was the only black kid in my pre-school. One day I was playing and a white girl came over and licked me. I began to cry hysterically while she tried to explain to the scolding teacher, "I thought she was made out of chocolate!" I heard that and got scared my arm was gonna melt where she licked it.
Wasn't I cute ;P )
i became very excited and happy when, around the age of 10, i was diagnosed as having athelete's foot. my parents later explained it didn't mean i was then automatically considered an athelete.
When I was 7 years old I thought that me, as a black person, would get lighter in the sun as a white person would get darker in the sun.
When I was about 4 I was convinced that if you ate the skin on McDonald's chicken mcnuggets you would get freckles. I have NO idea where that came from.
I use to believe my mom when she said that my freckles were angel kisses. When the kids picked on me about them, and they had no freckles, i would say "These are angel kisses and im loved, and by the looks of you , the angels didnt love you!"
When I was about 3 my skin started to peal on the bottom of my feet and my older sister took the opertunity to pick on me. She told be that I was turning into a lizard and that if I pealed the skin myself it would only speed up the mutation. I was so scared that I tried to tape my skin back together. It didn't work.
When I was younger, I used to have a lot of freckles on my face. One time, my dad told me that freckles were what happened when cows came into your room at night while you were sleeping and farted on your face. I couldn't sleep for a week.
I used to believe if I lay out in the sun with a window screen over my face, I would get freckles, just like my best friend.
An African American Friend of mine once told me when I was little that God made us all in a oven. I then asked her "Does that mean you were burnt in the oven? Or was I not cooked long enough?" She thought it was hilarious and never answered me so I went on believing that for a long time.
A few days ago, it was a friend's birthday, and I jokingly commented, "I hope he doesn't come to school in his birthday suit." My boyfriend looked blankly at me and said, "We have to wear uniforms. He can't wear a special outfit because it's his birthday!" After taking my boyfriend aside and explaining that being in your birthday suit meant being naked, he looked very embarassed. He's a senior in high school, and he thought until that day that a birthday suit was a special outfit that you only wore for special occasions.
I used to believe, the little round bandaids, were to cover bullett holes.
My dad was in the Army when I was a kid. One day , I was about 4 or 5, sitting in his lap and staring intently at his face and his rather large pores. "Dad, are those bullet-holes?"
When I was little I was fascinated by a scar my Dad had. I remember him explaining it was from having his appendix removed. He went on to tell me about how the surgeon had asked if he wanted it fastening up with a zip or a button so he could use it as a pocket, but he'd decided his trouser pockets were okay, so he had it stitched up completely.
I was about 16 before it occured to me that Dad had been kidding me.
When I was little I was covered in freckles. My cousins told me that I was the family fun pad, and they look a sharpie and played connect the dots with my freckles. Then they played tic-tac-toe and pictionary all over my back. They got in trouble but didn't tell me, and I would run after them with sharpies and ask them to connect dots.
i believed that "birthmarks" were from poop stains from your mom when you were born.
When I was little my brother told me that he learned in health class that you have 3 layers of skin I thought that meant if I skinned my knee to many times riding my bike that I would run out of skin and have to wear band-aids for the rest of my life, so I was extra carefull from then on.
A kid in my kindergarten class once told me that freckles were caused by raindrops falling on your skin, rotting, and turning brown.
When I was little I used to think I could avoid sunburns if I ran around in circles, cos then the sun couldn't catch me.
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