bad habits

I used to believe that if I picked continued to pick my nose, my head would eventualy cave in. I was curious so I continued. I still half believe. Indeed, I'm typing this with one hand.

I used to pick my nose and eat it on a daily basis as a kid. I don't know what I saw or heard, but when I was about four years old, I started believing that if you picked your nose for a certain amount of time, your nose would grow three feet overnight, and the problem with that was... you didn't know when it was going to happen! Needless to say, I not only stopped picking my nose, but I'd wake up frequently during the night to see if my nose had grown any longer.

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When I was a young child, I was a fervent nose-picker. One time, in the middle of a prolonged car trip, I'd come down with a slight cold, and had been picking more than usual in a vain attempt to unplug whichever nostril was plugged at the time. Apparently I'd done some damage to the internal nasal tissues, because in the middle of a rather fevered picking session, I came up with a particularly juicy red scab with some nose hair attached. Not realizing the wonderful treasure I'd just dug up, I asked my mother what it what it was, the bloody thing perched happily on my index finger. My father, probably unaware of my treasure, immediately responded, "It's your cold." Before my mother could clarify, my sister started screaming how gross nose-picking was, and I flicked the thing outside the car window. For several years thereafter, I assumed that whenever I had a cold, all I had to do was dig until I pulled out a fat red booger, and my cold would immediately start getting better.

I have no idea how I came to believe this, but as a child I thought that there was a triangular shaped booger inside your nose and when you accidently picked it, that's what caused nose-bleeds. Gross.

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as mom caught us with my brother picking our nose she asked us funnily if we have a licence to mine....we really started to think where to get that licece from....

i was always told if i picked my nose my brain would fall out! i belived it for years!

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My brothers used to tell me that if I bit my nails, a hand would grow in my stomach and claw its way out. I never bit my nails again.

I was once told that if I picked my nose it would grow and spread all around my head - I believed it for years!

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when i was about 6 my auntie told me that if you pick your nose a big tree would grow out of your bellybuton, this amused my brother and one day he thought that it would be a goood idea to super glue a flower in his belly button to try and scare me the best bit about it that he was lefft with a bit of the stem and supergglue in his belly button

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When I was little I used to believe that my boogers were alive, and had a life up inside my nose, so I would pull 1 out, talk to it, and "put it back in it's house for later"

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When I was little my daycare told me that if I bit my nails when I was nervous I would get worms in my stomach. I believed that for like 3 or 4 years and then one day I told my friends and they laughed at me and told me I was funny.

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When I was very young, I told my father to quit smoking because I believed he would go to hell. He told me that he could never smoke as much as the cross that burned on our neighbors lawn.

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well when i was about 5 years old my mom caught me picking my nose and said to stop digging for gold. so , naturally, i thought there was gold in my nose. so one day soon after in school i told my friends there was gold in my nose... they didnt belive me so i said watch and started to pick my nose i got caught by my teacher and she said that if i stuck my finger up my nose a snail named chompey would bite my finger off.... i never picked my nose again.

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Biting your fingernails leaves sharp little knives inside, that will tear up your colon on the way out, you know. So I was led to believe.

I used to bite/sometimes swallow my fingernails. I pictured this rounded, pink fleshy walled room with a giant pile of nails in it. Above the pile was a single lightbulb hanging from a chord.

i used to believe that eating your bogeys gave you worms