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I used to think there was a place called Caucasia and everyone from there was Caucasian.
My mom told me that those slap bracelets will chop off your hand if you try to put one on. Turns out she just didn't want to dish out the money to get me and my sister one.
when my mom used to say that shirt's grown small .. i used to think the clothes actually grew small.
its sad but true i had this belief till grade 4.
When I was little, I used to believe strangers were always people who had LONG hair, wore shorts, tie dye shirts and a hat. I saw it on the three ninjas and I was convinced they looked like that for like 3 years haha.
For years (3-8) when I would see a couple where one was white and the other black, I used to think that their children would be spotted, you know, like black and white cows or tuxio cats. I finally asked my mom about it and she explained about the genes. But even now my first thought is: 'Wow I wonder what their kids look like'
Old habits die hard!
From quite an early age I was told by my Grandmother and Mother that the Devil lived behind any mirror and that if I looked at myself he would come out and get me. I think it was an attempt to stop me from becoming vain. It worked! To this day I still hate looking at my reflection and avoid it if I can - and I will be 61 in May!
one of my friends mums once told me that if i pulled a silly face and the wind changed direction, my face would stay that way. I was always uneasy about pulling silly faces for too long...
In my preschool, I had a friend named Katie. She had lice, and to get it all out, they shaved her head. I thought my friend Katie had turned into a little leprechaun boy! I asked her if she was, and thats why we're not friends today. :) (Currently 7th Grade)
i alwaysed wondered what i would look like when i was 17. so when i turned 17 i was stunned that there wasnt a drastic change from 16 to 17. man was i dissapointed
When I was young I used to believe that moles and freckles were caused by flies pooing on you...I used to be SO scared of a fly pooing on my face.
I when I was a alittle kid I believed that my appearence was that of a lion. I used to growl at bugs and things...I was astounded to a small boy looking at me through the mirrior....when I as my mom who he was she just shook her head in disgust...
My parents are really liberal and always taught me that racism was bad and everything like that.
Unfortunately it had the consequence that I was really frightened of talking to non-white people until I was about 9 or 10, because I was scared I'd say something that could make me seem racist.
Also, I never used the word 'black' to describe somebody. Like there'd be an actor on TV and I'd be like "What else has the tall guy with the dark hair been in?" because I didn't want to seem racist by calling him black.
When Dame Edna Everage once said in a talkshow that he was born with purple hair, I thought she was serious, and I have proclaimed this believe at parties for years!
When I was in grade 3, I was busy looking at an encyclopedia for the first time. I was amazed that people on the other side of the world looked so similar to the people here in Canada. I thought they would look alien, like from outer space or something, with strange faces and bodies.
I used to believe that when an African American and Cacasiun had children, the children were white with brown spots and that's why it was tabu
I used to think when i was around 6-7 years old that braces where made and installed only on little girls to avoid them to kiss boys and thought there was a some kind of battery-powered electrical device on the braces that gives shock to whoever tries to kiss them on the lips.
when i was little i thought that my socks iched my feet, so my sister would tell me to just turn my socks inside out to solve the problem. So, from the age of 3 to 5 I was serten that evenone wore there socks inside out!:)
When I was little, I couldn't understand why I had freckles and my brother didn't. My dad told me I followed a cow too close and when he pooped it splattered on my face. I spent hours trying to wash them off.
When i was really little, if i didnt get my way i'd pout about it (i dont do that anymore lol) and my dad didnt like it so he told me that if i frown like that for too long my face will be stuck that way.. and wut do you kno.. i believed it. actually i believed it till i was 12.. (last year) :D
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".
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