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I used to believe that if white people would turn brown in the sun then brown people would turn white.
I used to believe that black people were black because there's too much sun in Africa. I watched a Discovery Channel program on climate and they talked about how much hotter Africa is than the United States, so I figured everybody black, having roots in Africa, was sunburned, and it even passed down to their children. Whenever my mom pestered me about how much I needed sunblock at the beach, I didn't worry that much because I would just become a black person! When my mom kept insisting I wear sunblock, that made me think that my mom didn't like black people, or at least didn't want me to be black. I pretty much held this belief until my mom explained that the sun can give you cancer, and THEN I thought all black people had cancer! She eventually learned everything I believed and set everything straight. Thank goodness.
I used to think that when lighter people got a tan they went darker and when darker people got a tan they went lighter.
when i was little i thought that a piercing gun used to pierce ears was a regular gun with an earring in it and some one would stand back and shot it into our ear
When I was a kid, I used to believe there were only 2 races: black people and white people. Because I knew I wasn't white, I thought I was black. I'm actually Persian.
one day when i was little i saw a black kid and i asked my mom why some people are black and she said thats the color god painted them.i then thoght that black people were origanaly white but then they went to church an god painted them black with a paint brush.
I thought cold sores, were really called cole slaw!!
i believed, after hearing a story about a girl on LSD, that you became black by being put in the oven as a baby.
i wanted to be "like mike" but thank god my mom found me... i almost suffocated.
You know when you're little and you play in the yard and the bottoms of your feet turn black? One time when I came in the house after playing all day my mom saw the bottoms of my feet and told me I was turning black (I'm white) I belived her and thought I was really changing skin colors. I was scared none of my friends at school would know who I was after I changed.
I used to think that if you wrote on your skin with a pen, then you'd get cancer. I'm 20 yrs old and I still don't like the thought.
I used to ask my dad this: "Dad, are black people made out of chocolate?"
When I was little I had white blonde hair, and was very, very pale, but I thought Jayne Kennedy was the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted to look just like her. I saw AfroSheen commercials on TV during Soul Train, and I came to believe that if my mom would buy me some, I'd come out looking just like Jayne.
My mother took my brother to the grocery store with her. He saw an african-american person for the first time and excitedly pointed out "Look! A chocolate person!"
When i was young i had some friends who were black. I was amazed to find that although they were completely dark they had white hands and feet. I just assumed that they must of been leaning against the wall when god painted them
I am ashamed to admit this, but when I was little, I used to think that if you touched a black person, the color on their skin would rub off.
i was about 5 or so at the time..i had gotten more and more freckles and moles *like everyone is supposed to* Well, anyways, one day I went up to my sister and showed her what I had gotten. She looked at me and in one big scream she yells, "OH MY GOSH! You are turning into a chocolate moo cow!" Remember, being 5 or so....i believed her. I was devistated for about 3 years and thought I would become a cow. Luckily, I started crying about it once and ran to my mother and my mom yelled at my sister for telling me a lie. She got in trouble.
I believed that if my face got wet it would drip away so if my face was ever wet i would be scared to look in a mirror becuase i thought i wouldn't see my face
Mom said that I was receiving angel kisses on my face during the night which caused my freckles. This freaked me out and I swear I could feel them. So I slapped and scratched my face alot.
this does explain a few things)I finally figured out that it was just the peach fuzz moving!
I was the only Native American in my whole school and the other children constantly call me names like Squaw or Darkie. When I cried to my mom one night, she told me that in the beginning the Creator decided he wanted people in the world so he broke sticks and put them in the oven, the first batch of sticks he took out where white people and he said, "you are too undone, I'll put you over there." and he put them in Europe. The second bunch he took out, he said, "you are too dark, I'll put you over there." and he placed them in Africa. The last batch he said, "you people are just right, you can stay right here." She then said some of the white and black sticks eventually made their way to our part of the world. For some reason, I felt better and it didn't bother me as much when the white sticks called me darkie because according to the Creator, I was just right.
I used to believe that black people were white people dipped in Chocolate. That's what my dad told me...
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