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When I was little, I believed that you grew to be old by choice. By old, I mean, you decided you wanted to be about 28.
At age 15, or so, when you looked perfect (what was I thinking?), you'd have to decide whether you wanted to look good or whether you wanted to drive, vote, have a cool job, etc.
I decided that most people made the decision to get to do all of those things, not knowing how bad it would really get. Like they didn't figure that wrinkles, moles, excessive (read: any) body hair and breath that smelled like beer, garlic and cigarettes would ever be part of the equation.
I spent a good bit of time when I was 7 or so feeling sorry for all the grownups that I knew that they had made that decision. I knew all the people on TV were smart, because they knew not to make that decision. On TV, women had babies and THEIR boobies didn't get all floppy and THEY didn't turn into monsters!
Go figure. I grew up to be a monster! ;-)
When I was 4 or 5 I was convinced I wanted to be a model. When I told my older brother and sister this, they asked if I wanted to be a nude model or...the "other kind," and they made nude sound like the answer I was suppose to say. My mother was thrilled when I announced that my siblings told me to be a nude model and I was excited!
i love people with dimples so at night when i was a bit younger i would stick a finger in each cheek and hold it there for bout an hour whilst smiling to get a atleast one dimple!! but unfortunately it never worked!!
When i was younger my grandpa would tell me he was going to get his ears lowered and when he came back his ears looked like they were lowered when really he was just getting his hair cut.
I used to belive that tights were things that girls wore to hide the scales on their legs....that was when i was in the "oooh-girl yucky stage" of my youth.
From the time in toddlerhood that I started wearing underpants, I thought that other people could see my undies through my clothes, and spent lots of wasted time making sure that my undies matched my outfit. It wasn't until fifth grade that it occurred to me that I couldn't see anyone else's underpants.
Let me just start off by saying when I was little, I was a weird kid. I was like 8, and I wanted all the boys to like me, even way older ones. For some reason(I still don't know why) I thought it was like super sexy to stick out my tounge. So every time we went somewhere and there were guys around, I would stick out my tounge (not too far out) and try my best to look at them in a really seductive way! It took me a long time to figure out why they looked back at me like I was a freaking pervert/weirdo! Imagine what those people were thinking!
I used to watch Sailor Moon so much i was convinced I was her. I stood ontop a car once and tried to transform. i was sure that if i didn't whisper my transformation words but screamed them out and threw my hand up like Sailor Moon does I'd transform. I was shattered when no matter how much I tried I couldn't transform. I even got a tiara and learnt how to throw it like Sailor Moon, but still *sniffle* i never became Sailor Moon
... i used to believe the more stripes my pair of sneakers had, the faster i would run ...
When I was little, me and my sisters wanted to know why my grandma was fat and everyone else wasn't. She told us that one day she took out the water hose cause she was really thirsty, and just drank water until she became fat. Man I think I was like 10 when I found out that's not how people get fat.
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.
When I saw a lady with makeup, I used to think that it was actually part of her complexion. Therfefore, my nursery teacher had permanent blue eyelids!
When I was about five years old, my brother told me that there were 6 other people who were exactly like me in every way and they had the same name and everything. He told me that there was one of me for each continent. So the next year We went to England (I live in North America) and I went around to everyone asking: "Have you seen me?"
I believed that there were seven of me until I was about seven years old.
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.
I used to go home and wash my face befor I seen my mom because one time I returned from my friends after a normal day of fun that two unsupervised 7 year old boys would have .and my mom within 1st second of saying hi mom was cut off by her aying what have you done you have guilt written all over your facem wich led to a confession and a lot of trouble,that is why you must wash the guilt off befor you see mom.
when i was about 12, i was convinced that my eyebrows needed to be about an inch higher on my forehead...i would spend hours in front of the mirror, wishing them to be higher so my forehead wouldnt appear so big!!! thank god, it never happened...can u imagine someone with eyebrows in the middle of their forehead...i would have had to join the circus!!!
i used to believe i looked exactly like michael jackson when he dance - when i was jumping.
When I was a boy my dad told me that they were spaying (by plane) for Gipsy Moths and that I had to wear a paper bag over my head to walk to school. So my brother and I got two paper bags, cut two holes for the eyes and walked to school. HAHA, my dad rocks
I have a mole on the side of my face and once when I was 5 or 6 my dad told me I was a robot and the mole is where they charge me up at night and on my birthday they were going to change me in for a new model. He didn't understand why I was upset, he thought it was a funny joke. :) Ugg men
I used to believe that when people said that they were in their "birthday suit" they were talking about a clown outfit.
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