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My sister told me that if I picked my nose there were snail creatures inside of it that would bite my fingers.
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I used to think that if you unscrewed your belly button (naval), your bum (butt) would drop off.
Also I had a teacher who used to yell at unsuspecting kids in the class "Don't pick your nose, your eyes will drop out". Truely terrifying. When I used to see those kids who had spectacles with a plaster over one of the lenses, I thought that they had been picking their noses too much.
my dad always used to tell me if i picked my nose i would get a big hole in my face.
When i was little i picked my nose, and my sister said that if you picked it you would get a blood clod in your brain. I still picked it, but then once while i was in bed i thought about what i had done to my brain and started crying.
when i was little i was told that if i picked my nose i would pick to my brain i stlill did it anyway though
when i was a kid , i told my little sister one day as she picked her nose THAT the more she picked out the boogahs ,....the FASTER new ones would grow ,...and eventually she would have to be pickin' her nose as a full time job just to keep breathing !
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When I was little, I would always wake up with snot in my nose. I thought that in the night a guy would come in my house and stick boogers up my nose.
When I was about 9 my grandpa would tell me not to pick my nose...except he said it in russian (i knew russian) but there were to ways to say pick a he used the one that sounded most like "picking a scab" so whenever he said to sopt picking my nose, I would get scared thinking that it would start bleeding and never did it again.
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My brother used to believe that dried out boogers were actually "paving" the inside of your nose.
When I was young my dad told me that when I picked my nose, a lump appeared at the back of my head, so even if I was facing away from him he would always know when I was doing it.
When I was about 3 or 4, I remember being in the car with my Dad on the freeway. I turned toward the window so my dad wouldn't see me picking my nose, and durning the action, a trucker passed by and saw me digging for gold. I was terrified that he was going to report me to the cops!
my gandma said that if i picked my nose my eyes would drop out
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When I was about 3 or 4 I was eating my boogers when my gramdma told me that boogers were actually dead bugs. Never did that again!!
When I was little, I would pick my nose and throw the boogers on the floor (I never ate them). Then I would have nightmares of shuffling through thick piles of boogers throughout the house like autumn leaves! I never could figure out why they're made, and I still pick them, but I usually throw them in the trash can.
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.
my mum said to me when i was little that if i picked my nose my brain would come out of my nose! and i believed her lol!!! stupid huh?? x
This is disgusting - When I was at primary school I used to pick my nose, wipe the bogey under the table (which I called the oven). Then about a week later I would check under the table to see if it had been cooked and pick it off. Oh dear!!
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When I was little, my mom told me that there was a snail that lived in my nose, and if I picked my nose the snail would bite my finger off!
I always picked me nose when I was younger (and still do)
My dad and mum used to tell me if I kept picking my nose I would burrow a hole to my brain and it would all come out my nostrils.
my brother used to pick his nose and smear it all over the wall. i thought i was way smarter then him because i would pick my nose and wipe it on the side of the bed so no one would know.
My little brother had a bad habit of picking his nose, and when we would tell him to stop, he would simply cover his finger and nose with his other hand, thinking that we couldn't see what he was doing.