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When I was three, I lived in Kenya. One day, I saw a bus full of black girls dressed in white dresses heading for Church. I told my mother "look at all the white children, mom!" because I believed that people were considered black or white based on the color of their clothing, not the color of their skin.
When I was in first grade my teacher in school told us that humans have a certain number of layers of skin. What I did not remember her telling me was that skin continues to grow. I was terrified that I would go through sll my layers of skin before I got older and that I would use it all up and not have any left. I did not quite know what would of happened to me without skin but everything I thought of was scary and had more then a few nightmares
about a skinless childhood
I have a small birth mark on my right foot and when i was little, i used to think everyone had that exact birth mark on the exact place.
I was told recently that when i was a wee little girlie [about 6] i tried to rub the 'dirt' off of a black friends skin.How stupid.
When I was in pre-k I thought if I thouched a black person I would turn black, so I was always scared to death to hold there hand in games or something, and when I did, I'd wash my hands.
when i was 6 years old iused to believe that when you go near a person who is HIV you do not need to go near him or her because you will also get the deasese.
I used to believe that "colored" people were multi-colored, like a stained-glass window!
When my brother was little i was putting on a face mask that was suppost to open your pores. So of coarse he had gotten into it and put some on his face. When he asked what pores were I told him they were little holes in your face he started crying because he thought he was going to have huge holes in his face because the mask was going to open them up!
I used to believe that black people we're made out of chocolate.
My parents used to tell me my birthmark on my stomach was a part of me. I used to believe that was the actual name of the spot on my skin. When I was asked at school what that spot was on my stomach I just said "It's a part of me!"
Whenever I got a sliver I always freaked out and made my mom get it out right away. She was shocked to find out that the reason was that I was convinced that if the wood stayed in there a tree would grow out of my hand.
When i was littl emy mom told me thats zits were something you get if you lie to someone...And eversince then i never lied because i always thought i would get them and whoever i saw with a lot of sits i thought that they were huge liars!... :)
When i was about 6, I believed that when you streach your arms up, (and then you streach too hard and you get a sting in your armpit) that my skin had ripped right open. I always ran to the bathroom adn put a band-aid on my armpit. I never looked at it because I was afraid of blood. My mother would always see me with bandages in my armpits and asked me why. I would always say "because i ripped open again".
When I was about 7, I guess, I spilt some warm tea down myself. I was wiping it off and noticed a light brown mark on my leg on the inside of my knee. Well, it was tea coloured and I’d never noticed it before so I kept wiping it and for years afterwards I believed the tea had stained me! Now I know it’s a birthmark but it took years to figure out it wasn’t tea. It still think it’s funnier being a tea stain.
I used to think that "stretch marks" were those lines that you get on your tummy when your jeans are too tight.
I remember being about 8 and saying "Gosh mom, you sure have a lot of stretch marks on your stomach!" and getting slapped like 3 feet across the room.
I didn't know a lot of black people as a kid, but somehow I got the impression they were composed, at least in some part by chocolate. When I was about 4, I turned a corner in the library and there was a tell black man. I blurted out with delight, "hi chocolate face!!!" My mother was mortified. The guy just laughed.
I used to believe that tastebuds were on your armpit. (Don't ask)
I used to belive god made us and set us out on a cloud to dry us. White people didnt lay + dry long enough, tan people layed there at a perfect time and black people stayed there for to long!
its not racis i have 3 white best friends 6 black and 2 tan,and they rock!
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!!
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.
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