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I thought that the red dot on Indian women's foreheads was an open sore that they had to continually create. I wasn't sure how they did this.
My sister used to believe that her nose fell off when she was born and was glued back on. This was because she had a scar on her nose and I told her that was why.
When I was very young, my mom got her ears pierced. I asked her how they did it, and she said that they used a little gun to put the earring in. For years afterwards (until I was a teenager, probably) I was mortified of ever having to pierce my own ears, because I envisioned my mom standing against a wall, and someone with an actual gun on the other side of the room taking aim and firing at her ear.
When I was very young, I used to believe that one day I would grow a beak, feathers and wings so I would be able to fly. I used to pratise flying by jumping off the sofa!
when I was little my uncle told me he was part bear. I believed people could be part bear until I was twelve.
This is probably common but I will tell my tale. When my brother said a classmate of his wore panty hose one day I imagined someone wearing a garden hose for pants. I don't think my brother bothered to correct me.
When I was little I was facinated by dimples because only some people had them and others didn't. For some reason I decided that people got dimples because when they were in their mother's bellies before they were born somebody had poked them in their cheeks too often and that's how they were created. Don't ask me how they did it but that's what I believed...
When I was 5 or 6, I used to believe that the age you were was the grade you were suppose to be in (like 6 is 6th grade), and that you never stopped growing. I thought that one day I would grow so tall I was going to have to have a hole put in the roof my car so that I could fit in the car when driving.
Funny how I only reached 5'2".
When I was little, I would press my face up against the glass of a window and laugh and the way that my face got all squished up. My mom would tell that if I kept doing it my face would stay squished up permanently like that. I still did it, but only for periods of 10 sec. or less at a time, and as soon as I was done I would run to a mirror and make sure that my face looked the same.
i used to think i was the coolest kid in the school because i was allowed to wear my older brothers clothes that didnt fit him anymore. i was informed on my first day of high school by an older lad, that the clothes i was wearing was around 6-7 years old, and that they was 'hand-me-downs' . i asked him what are those, and he said it was all the clothes nobody wanted anymore. i was around 12 years old when i finally found out i was being cheated, and demanded my parents buy me real expensive clothes.
When I was younger, my mom used to tell me that if you turn on a hairdryer and put it in front of your face, your face becomes all screwed up...and you'll get ugly...
To prevent this from happening, i would alwayz cover my face when my mom blow dried my hair, and pray to god i won't get ugly...what a risk i took :p
One day I asked my grandpa why he didn't have much hair and he told me that it was because when he tried to use the toaster, it sucked out some of his hair. And I believed him.
When I was younger, my best friend told me that the reason why Arnold Schwarzenegger had such big muscle was because he had a rare disease. This disease made the fat on his body grow under his muscles making his muscle big. The false fact went unchecked untill last year, I was like "Dude you lied to me"...lol...kids!
My father told me that I would get 2 horns right about where the temples are if I didn't go to school. I even checked myself in the mirror at times to see if it is at all visible.
when i was litte
I used to believe that white people had white blood and black people had black blood.
my great uncle used to tell me that, if my hand was bigger than my entire face, that i was an alien, and i believed it 4 a while
When I was in first grade, one of my classmates had a shirt that said "guess" on it. I tried to figure out what it said, but couldn't so I asked them. I got very frusterated because everytime I asked them they kept saying "guess!" I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't just tell me...
This isn't quite a belief, but when I was very young the only movie I'd watch was Disney's Beauty and the Beast and all I would wear was dresses. Whenever my mother bought my a new dress, I would be immensly proud of it, and walk up to strangers in the grocery store checkout line and proclaim "Dis is my Booty dress!" and spin around for approval. (I could not pronounce Beauty).
When I got home after buying a dress, I would go infront of a mirror and tell my mother "I Booty!" I never relized until recently what people found so funny about that phrase.
Ok to start off I'm Black but when I was lil' my pre-school teacher asks all of us to tell the class something special about ourselves. I was a fairly light baby at birth ALMOST could be confused as white. And my mom had showed me a pic of when I was lil and said that I really used to be really "light." So I sat there with a grin on my face waiting for my turn and it finally came to me. And I proudly with a huge grin and stated: My mom told me I used to be white but then I turned black. I still remember the look of amazement of all my classmates. The teacher later had a lil chat with my mom and she promptly straightened everything out...my bad.
I have a heart shaped face and in the middle of my forehead I have a dent that you can't see, but you can feel, it actually feels like the outline of a heart. When I first noticed it I was about 5 or 6. So one day i showed it to my dad and I asked him why was my face made like a heart and he said, "your mama and I were so much in love when we made you and you came out to be a love child". I was so happy when he told me that, I believed that all the way until I was about 15. even now as I think about it, it brings a smile to my face, just to think that I am actuall a love child.
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