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when i was a little girl.. i always believed that black people had blue blood and white people had red because our skin colour was pink and theirs was a very dark blue
When i was little i had a little african american doll that i loved and named him Micheal after a friend i had, i would call him my chocolate baby. Well one day at the grocery store i shouted hey mommy look chocolate people!!! I've felt bad ever since.
I used to believe that people were different colours depending on how long God backed them in the oven.
When I was little, I had this thing where I believed if someone touched you, they could read your mind. I was terrified of people being able to read my mind, so I shied away and hated being touched.
... It still kind of affects me today. xD
when I was about 3 my mom had to keep a very good eye on me in public. Because if I saw a black person (I'm white) I would try to lick them, I thought they were made of chocolate!! I can remember the horrified look on some young boys face when my mom practically had to drag me away from him with my tongue out as far as I could get it, screaming "I just want one lick mommy!!!"
when i was little, i told my kindergarten teacher that my dad was not white, b/c in the summer he gets really tan and i always thought he was an indian. when my dad came in for a meet-the-teacher night, my teacher was confused.. hehe
Once I learned about skin color, I couldn't believe that my mother wasn't white. I'm brown and I swore that my mother was white. Later on I learned that she was just "light skinned."
When I was younger I didn't think black people got spots. I wanted to be black, I think believed this until I was about 12!
My Mum once told me that the ink in ball-point pens was poisonous, and that if I wrote on my skin, the poison would soak through the skin and kill me. I still believed it when I left university, and even today I never, ever, write phone numbers or reminders on the back of my hand (I'm 35). Old habits die hard...
that moles were created when god dripped paint from painting the black babies
When on holiday one year I saw a black person on the beach and remarked to my mother "Look, they're black all over!"
Some how I'd thought they just had black hands and faces.
I used to believe that fat/skin was cheese and you could just cut it off.
I used to get teased about my freckles at school. One day I told my aunt that I did not want my freckles anymore. She told me that she too had many when she was a child and she had got rid of them by putting powder on her face. I spent weeks putting powder on my face thinking they would until finally my parents made me tell them the reason of my strange habit.
when i was younger i used to think that if a person with different color skin touched me it would change that part of my skin color too their color.
NO OFFENCE TO ANYONE..i was young and wierd!!
xoxo CML
My brother told me that vanishing cream would make my freckles disppear
i used to belive that if i had a spot on my skin i would not be allowed to go outside untill its gone. I wouldnt step out the house... Most times my parents had 2 carry me out
freckels are kisses from the sun
I used to think that black people were dipped in chocolate when they were babies, Indians were dipped in cinnamon when they were babies, and white people were dipped in vanilla when they were babies. How I got that idea, I do not know!!!
When I was little I thought that permanent markers would stay forever on your skin too. So one day I took a yellow highlighter (they were shaped the same as permanent markers, so I thought they were the same) and I decided to make a small mark on my jaw. Now WHY, if I thought it would be there forever, would I do that? I have no clue. But I was really worried for days after.
i believed that if your mole came off you would bleed to death
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