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I thought that a birthmark was your date of birth stamped on your skin when you were born, like an "approved" stamp and everyone had one. When my mom told me I had a tiny one on my back, I spent hours looking in the mirror trying to find this stamp!
When I was about five, my older cousin told me that cashmere was made from the skin that was punched out when you got your ears pierced.
I doubt I believed it even at the time, but I still cringe when someone walks by me in a cashmere sweater!
I used to belive that a birthmark happened in the first spot a Dr. touched you when you were born. (mines on my butt) lol
I was born in Tanzania, E/Africa of Indian origin. There were some white people with freckles. My dad told us that the reason white people have frckles is because they eat lots of tinned food and we non whites didn't as we could't efford tinned and always had fresh food! Can you imagine my red haired freckled g/friend's face when I told her that?!!!
I remember when my aunt told my sister that rubbing bruises help it heal. But I didn't hear it so I asked my sister what Aunt said, my sis told me that I have to rub my bruises really hard and if I didn't, sharp pointed bone-like things would pop up out from my skin when it rained. So for a couple of years I believed this and whenever I got a bruise I kept rubbing it.
When i was wee i thought i could get a suntan from a radiator... so i used to sit in front of one for hours and when my back got all red i thought i was sun burned... i was a strange child...
When I was a little girl we got a puppy who looked like a cow- white with big black spots. as she got older, she got a lot of little black freckles, and my dad used to say that she got a new freckle every time she did something bad. well, I had (still have) tons of freckles! I thought for sure that it meant I was a bad child in comparison to my freclke-less sisters and classmates.
i remember the first time i realized i was different colour (around 5 y/o) then the other kids, (i'm biracial and grew up in a completely white neighbourhood)
i asked my grandmother why i was different (not know what to say) she said i was "left in the oven too long". i actually believed that for quite sometime.
When I was 3 or 4 or 5, I used to think that the hair on your arms and legs were really bug antennaes, and that when people said that bugs are everywhere, that they meant also in our skin.
Sometimes I got words mixed up if I heard them at separate times. Once the door got left open and my grandma said a draft flew in.
Another time my sister had a red spot on her neck that was itching and my grandma said it must have been her gland.
I thought "gland" was the word she had used when she really said "draft" earlier, so I got the impression that a "gland" was something that invisibly flew in the door and attatched itself to your skin and caused a rash.
I used to think wrinkles came about because people just grew too much skin.
When I was five, I went on vacation with my friend. We were in the car and she turned to me and said "Where is your birth mark?" I said that I didn't have one. She then informed me that if I didn't have a birthmark I wasn't born. I was so freaked out for the rest of the trip and for years I pondered how I was alive.
i used to believe the birthmark is where god kissed me,lmao,my mom told me that and i believed her,later,i learned that it's actually a bunch of cells formed together at birth
When my grandma was little, her dad would tell her that the freckles on her face and arms were fly crap.
My youngest brother (age 10) was excited to learn my husband and I were expecting twin girls. One day he was sitting with my Mom asking questions about the babies. She had noticed he was thinking really hard. After a few minutes he asked "The babies will be half white and half black right?". My husband is Arican -American and I am white. My mom replied with "yes Dan they will" After a few more minutes he blurted out "Will the parts sticking out be black or white?" We never laughed so hard!
I overheard my mother saying one day that a person with tatoos was "wild" We had many feral cats in our barn and my grandmother was always telling me to leave them alone, they were "wild" and would scratch me. I became convinced that people with tatoos would scratch, hiss and bite if you got too close to them.
When I was 7 years old I noticed the lines in my palm formed a "7" shape. I was positive that when I turned 8 that they would turn into a "8". Needless to say, I was a little upset when they didn't.
When i was little i used to think that a birth mark was the place on the body where you came out of the mother
in first grade, i had a black teacher whose name was Mrs. Green. i had a hard time with telling the difference between colors then and i told my mom that i wanted to be green like my teacher.
My little brother had warts on the bottom of his feet. My parents told him it was because he picked his nose. After swim practice he was changing with the older boys and one of them had warts on his feet too. Right when my dad walked in he heard my brother yelling at the kid that he must pick his nose, because thats what he did and he got warts too!
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