bad habits: picking my nose

One day i told my mom that i wouldnt pick my nose until the boogers made it look like i was a walrus

i used to believe from i was 3 to about 8...my dad used to tell me if i picked my nose too much it my finger would get stuck

When I was little I used to pick my nose and one day I heard on the radio that Wayne Gretzy retired and I asked my dad what retired meant and he said to quit a job for a little bit but come back to it if you want to, so when I was about in kidnergarden, I stopped picking my nose, but after a bit I started again and in the car on day my older sister said, "I thought you stopped picking your nose," and I said , "I retired."

Many of us kids were told, when we were small, that we each had a snail living deep up our noses, and if we stuck our fingers far enough up there, we'd find out how the nose-snails were different from the regular dirt-snails: They had teeth, and would bite the tips of our fingers off.

I used to believe that if I picked my nose, it would stretch and become big enough to serve as a tunnel for a train! Although this was scary, it just got more tempting to pick my nose.

I used to believe that if you picked your nose long enough you would touch your brain. That is what stopped me from picking my nose.

When I was little, my Dad would tell me that if you pick your nose and then eat your boogers, then the boogers turn into worms in your stomach.

I used to believe that whenever i picked my nose, i was picking out part of my brain..my brother convinced me i was right..that's what got me to stop when i was a kid...
haha..now i see how bizzarre i am..

i used to believe that mucous running out of my nose was actually soy sauce and i used to just keep on licking it and licking it because hey... i like soy sauce

i used to believe that boogers were the result of bees and flies and other insects that would fly up your nose and die in there. I must say, it didn't bother me at all to be eating dead bugs...

I got told if you picked your nose your eyes would pop out.

my nan told me that if i picked my nose my hand would turn into a pigs trotter. then my grandad would sneak up behind me with a pigs trotter up his sleeve to add back up to her story. wish i'd known about social services then.

My dad used to tell me that if i picked my nose, it would fall off

i used to belive u had to pick ur nose or u couldent breath .. so one day i was doing it on the bus i was about 6 or 7 and my best friend told the bus driver that i wiped it on the seat so he turned the intercom on and said Gabby stop picking your nose!

i used to think that if you picked a big bogger, your brain would come out on the other side.

My uncle lost the ends of one of his fingers to diabete's but when I was little I didn't know that.. One day he caught me picking my nose and told me that one of these days the nose-worm was going to come out and eat the end of my finger just like it did to his! I was terrified to pick my nose after that, and I was also terrified of worms.. Go figure!