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I used to believe that human beings were human "beans", and it was just a stroke of luck that one was born a human bean rather than a regular bean. I used to think that mexican jumping beans (before I heard there was an insect inside them) were sort of a "missing link" betweeen regular beans and "human beans".
My brother had a friend and his dad would tell him little fibs but he'd believe them. Once his dad said that he (the dad) was born with a cone head but every night his mom would rub it until it was round like a normal head.
when i was 3, i thought that bathing suits were formal clothes that people wore when they were having a wedding underwater
My family emigrated from an Eastern European country to live in the USA. After a few years, we all went to the Old Country to visit the relatives. One relative told us they had a very interesting doctor visiting heir little village, and he was BLACK! He had never seen a black person in his life. He never watched American TV, but did see movie posters. We told them that we lived and worked with people of many races in America. That impressed him very much. He thought most black people only appeared in movies like James Bond, or became doctors.
When I was younger my sister told me that running in cold weather would make me short. I was already short so I was terrified to play outside in the cold. I didn't learn this was untrue until I asked my college anatomy professor about it the other day.
when i was around 8, like every other little kid, it was quite fun making faces just for laughs. it was until my mom told me, 'gaby if you keep on making those faces, the wind is going to blow and you will stay with that face for the rest of your life!' i was dead scared after that and believed all along for some time.
I used to think that because I saw other people's faces, They could see their own face. This ticked me off because I couldn't see my face without a mirror.
I used to believe when girls/women wore nail polish they would act differently
When I was little, I was told that God made people of every color.....I was sure he used a big toaster.
I my brother and I were really chubby when we were little. Food and love in our family were the same thing.
I remember going to kindergarten and for the longest time feeling sorry for the average weight children because I thought their parents didn't love them. I called them, "the poor stick children."
I used to beleive that it was compulsory for all adult women to wear nylon tights all the time. I spent many years dreading becoming an adult because I really hated those tights.
I used to believe that cheerleaders didn't have hands, just pom-poms where they should be!
i used to think for some strange reason that people had really long noses like a sweeping brush handel and they were called nib nabs
I would run up to my parents with my shoes and ask "Which one goes on which foot?" They'd point to this one goes on this foot, that one goes on that foot. Then I'd hold up my socks and ask the same thing. Instead of saying that it didn't matter, they'd point to each sock and say this one goes on this foot... eventually I figured out how the shoes worked, but the logic behind the left vs. right sock eluded me for a very long time.
my brother always used to say to me if i pulled a stupid face that the wind would change and my face would stay like that forever.
When I was little my father would always yell at my mother and tell her she was fat, and make her cry. He told her a fat wife was grounds for divorce. If we ever snacked or ate cookies, he would say "Be careful, you don't want to get fat".
Until I was in my 30's and looking at my friend's wedding albums, I honestly thought only thin people got married.
When I was about three and I was learning my colors, people would try to tell me that my sister's platinum hair was blonde. I would tell them "No it's not, it's white".
My teenage babysitter, who was the superintendent's daughter in my building, always had a big chain hanging out of her back pocket (a keychain). I never knew what it was though, and I was afraid that if I touched it, an alarm would sound and her father, the superintendent, would come and arrest me or something (I thought being a superintendent made you a sort of king or something...)
when i was littel i saw an albino lady and mum told me to be very nice to albinos as thier angels sent to spy on us my albino mate laughes at it crazy lookingback at it
when i was in first grade we had an african man come in to teach us how to play drums all my classmates who hadnt seen an african man before started saying that he was black, but i didnt understand that. i'd never heard the term black before and i stated very loudly 'he's not black! he's brown!'. i just didnt understand why pink people were called white and brown people were called brown. i still think its a dumb way of naming skin color.
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