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I used to believe that you got freckles by squeezing your skin really hard, so I used to pinch my cheeks and squeeze my arms, thinking that freckles would appear.
When my sister was really young, before I was born even( I think ) She had seen the show "the cosby's" and that had been the only place where she had seen dark skin. So one day while at the mall with my mom, a few people with black skin walked by and she yells "look mom! cosby's!"
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).
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?".
My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....
i used to think that everyone was made in an oven. so i thought that coloured people got left in the oven for too long and burned hence why they were black.
my cousin (18) told her sister (5) that if she got tan she would have to change her name to Fatima. so she avoided the sun almost all summer
when i was 4 or so i used to think that whenever my mamaw would pull on her panty hose it was her actual skin and i would start screamin my head off!!!
I used to think that everyone gets more freckles as they get older, and when they get all of their freckles, then they're black people. I thought that black people were people whose freckles had all come in!
when I was a little girl I thought black people were black because they went to florida to visit my bubby and got really good tans
when i was little, i used to believe that a Hawaiian tan would never fade away.
It's not so much that I used to believe, but I used to imagine that when I had an itchy back, the itch itself was like those covered wagons you see in cowboy movies, and that the hand that scratched the itch was like Indians, and my back was the prairie that the Indians chased the covered wagons over!
Before we grew up, we thought that by pricking ordinary dimples that grow on your cheeks, we'd get good luck. we done it to everyone especially sanj. although our luck never changed, it sure did hurt.
The first time I saw a black person (I was about 3), I thought he was made of chocolate.
as a child, I was very prone to poison ivy. I believed if I could sneak Mamas razor (old 2 edge style) I could shave off all the blisters on my legs, have new pink skin! The blood poison that set in after this act was scary!
You know those little pieces of skin that stick up beside your fingernails? I used to think that if you pull them they will come off like cheese string that proceeds up your arm, neck, head and then to the other side of your body!
Ok, I"ve got 1 4 u. My friend and I used to believe that if you had frekles all over your face (like we did) you had a potentiotial of being a millionare, but all your $ bills would have brown dots on them.
When I was young, I used to think that if a black person and a white person had a child, the baby would be half black and half white. I mean a line right down the middle seperating the two havles. I thought racism existed the because some people didn't want that to happen.
I was about 4 when I first saw a black person. (give me a break, I lived on a farm in Tennessee!) My mother says that I asked him if someone had set him on fire! My mom does not remember how he explained his skin color to me...
Upon the birth of our youngest daughter, we found she had been born with an extremely large, "Hemangioma/Strawberry-type, Birth Mark." Because of it's extraordinary size, I had told my daughter (when she was about 2), that all babies born with Birth Marks had been kissed by an Angel and that explained why they had them, but that in Her case, she had been "kissed by an entire Host of Angels!" She's 13 today, and still believes this is true. (Or so she says she does!) *smile
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