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When I was young I thought that police had soft skin, because this is how it sounds in French " Peau lisse "
I thought that I could get a suntan if I stood really close to a fire for long enough.
When I was little I told my great-grand mother that if she spent less time in the tub she wouldn't be so pruny. Later I find out that it was just wrinkles!
When I was young, I used to share a bath with my older brother. He had a large mole on his chest, and he told me it was there because I had bitten him! I felt so guilty. I then thought that all moles were bites, and used to really pity some people. My brother milked it for years (Me, not the mole). He had it removed recently. I hope it hurt!
My little sister used to believe that people with brown or black skin were made out of chocolate. I assume she also thought people with white skin were made of vanilla.
When I was little (about 4 or 5), I had lots and lots of freckles across my face. I hated them and complained about them a lot because I looked like a dork. My mom, in order for me to tolerate them, told me that 'freckles' were kisses from God and he kissed me so much that they show up.
I believed it for the longest time.
When I was a kid, my older brother told me that black people were made that way on purpose. Like if you had a baby in the summer when you were tan, that baby would be born with a darker, sort of olive skin tone. And then when that baby grew up and had a kid, if it was in the summer and the mother was tan, that baby would be even darker, so of course if a darker-skinned person had a baby in the winter, the skin would be lighter.
Yup, I believed that a good portion of my life.
my brother used to tell me when i turned 10(i was about 7 at the time) that all my veins would pop out of my arms, i was terrifyed!
When I was in kindergarten, living in a very white suburb outside of Seattle, there was only one black child in my grade. When we had our only full day (where the am kids and pm kids went all day together), I saw her. During lunch time, when we were all eating our sandwiches, she was the only one with wheat bread, and I thought she had brown bread because she had brown skin. Later on in school, she became one of my best friends... and now I won't even touch white bread. :)
I remember the first time I saw a person of African-American decent, I was with my grandma...I looked up and saw this person with such dark skin and shouted out to my grandma, "Why is that man made of chocolate!?" I was immediately ushered back into the house.
I ticked off these older kids on the bus one day when I was little (and quite a punk). They had freckles, and told me if they touched me, I'd "catch" freckles too (as though it were some sort of disease). Being young and stupid, I was horrified. I went home in tears and would run away from anyone with freckles.
I believed them until third grade. Sad.
when i was little, like when you actually understand what your mom was saying, she told me if i didn't eat all my food at dinner time i would get freckles!?
i used to wonder, what happens to scabs when they fall off? i thought that a weird land-crawling octopus would seek out the minute pieces and keep them to cover his skin so it wouldn't dry out.
This is actually a belief of my niece, who was about 10 when this little gem was unveiled. She comes from a very overbearing family and is never around non-white individuals. Once, while visiting my family, we all went to a grocery store and my niece happened to see an African-American woman breast feeding her baby. Very loudly, so everyone can hear, she asks if bl*ck women make chocolate milk, since they aren't like us. I was never so embarrassed in that store.
that the smallw arts on my dads neck were caused by swearing!
I used to think that scabs were God's bandaid.
I once asked my mom if my grandma got wrinkles on her wrinkels when she bathed. Go figure....
I used to think people with lots of freckles were playing with crayons and drew dots on their face.
well it is not really my belief it is my mum, well when she was little she used to believe that when god made everyone they were put onto racks black people were on the top and then white on the bottom and god painted the people black and white and she had the the splatters of paint on her and she thought that is why you have freckles
when i was little, i ues to think the lil brown dots on ur skin were chocolate so i started licking them...
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