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When I was a kid, I had this terrible habit of picking my nose. Well, my Mom told me that if I continued ... my nostrils would become so huge that that someday one of those huge pencil erasers would fit in it. Shortly after that (and believe me, I DID stop picking my nose), we went to visit an elderly uncle whom I hadn't seen in some time. I remember being able to see right up his huge nostrils and said loudly to my Mom, "Ohh, he picked his nose a lot when he was a kid!" My Mom shushed me quickly but there was no wa he didn't hear what I said.
My uncle had lost part of a finger, when he saw me picking my nose when I was little he said thats how he lost his finger,never picked my nose again in case I lost mine
I regularly picked my nose and ate the bogeys. One day, when I was about 6, I was sick and threw up in the toilet, half of the vomit went on the toilet seat. The vomit was a greeny-yellow colour and looked just like bogeys. I honestly believed that years of eating my bogeys had finally made me sick, and that I had just thrown up all the bogeys I had ever eaten. I never ate my bogeys after that.
When I was little I saw this commercial where it was just the camera on a hospital ceiling for 30 seconds. It then says "Think that was boring? Try it for a lifetime. Don't snort". Meaning cocaine, I guess, but snorting my runny snot back up was a bad habit my mom had tried to cure me of constantly. After that commercial I was afraid it would kill my brain and I always kept a box of tissues by me so I could blow my nose instead.
This isn't from me, but from my 4 year old daughter. Over the weekend she told me she was eating her boogers because she thought they would turn her eyes green.
as a child i used to pick my nose, one day i was in pre-school (kindergarten to the americans) when i pulled out an extra large booger.... i screamed because i thought it was my brain so i tried my hardest to shove it back up into my nose!
My aunty used to tell me that if I kept picking my nose, I'd eventually go deep enough to release the hook that held my eyes in their sockets.
When I was a child, I use to believe that when you died. God would make you watch a video of your whole life - On a big screen in front of the world and everyone would see ALL that you did. So I would only pick my nose under the blankets becuase I also believed that under the blankets was the only place you were safe.
When I use to eat my boogers I knew that it was wrong and that it was an embarrassing habit. I thought that if I ever had an x-ray that the doctor was going to be able to see the boogers in my stomach and scorn me. I had a plan that I would just say they were pieces of cheerios cereal.
When I was about 4 yrs old, my Dad had to go to the bank after Church. He took me with him, and I was dressed up in a cute little dress. He set me up on the counter, as he did his business there. I started picking my nose, and my Dad saw me and said "Don't do that, honey, Little girls don't pick their nose." As innocently as can be, I replied "Only Daddys do?". I'll never forget the teller laughing so hard.
I didn't realize til later that I had totally ratted out HIS bad habit publicly.