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when I was a kid, I picked my nose a lot, and I always thought that there was a giant snot incide and that when you pick your nose you just take off the snot's children. I was always trying to reach the giant one.
Boogers came from magical booger fairies that mined them over night and put them in your nose in the morning.
when i was a 7 i used to think that boggies were little insects that lived in your nose .
When I was younger I use to pick my nose and eat it, not sure why but I did. So one day my moms friend came over with a clipping from the news paper of a littler girl. She told me that if I kept eating my boggers I would end up just like this little girl. When I asked what happened she told me that the girl had died from eating her boggers. I was so shocked that I didnt talk for a few days.
When I was young, I used to pick my nose a lot. This was because the Boogie Man lived under my bed and the only way to keep him from kidnapping my blankie was to leave booger offerings on the wall beside my bed.
Man. When I was little - like, very little. Maybe three or four? My grandmother used to tell me that, if I picked my nose, my eyeballs would pop out. According to my parents, I /bawled/ the first time she told me that.
i used to believe that boggies are parts of fluff that fly in to your nose
When I was little my mom told me that if I continued to pick my nose then the finger bird would swoop down(he always knew when you did it..and could come out of air vents) and bite off your fingers and then you'd just have little nubs. And you can't color with nubs.
I used to believe there were spiders in my nose. My mother told me this when I was really little to keep me from picking my nose. I looked at her horrified and almost unable to move with tears running down my face and asked her to take them out for me.
When i was younger i used to pick my nose and thourght it was recycling therefore i used to do it every minute of everyday because i thourght it was kepping the world green!
I used to think that boogers were pieces of your brain and contained things that you forgot and if you ate them you'd remember.
When I was in Kindergarten I was told if I picked my nose my nose will go into eternal bleeding
when i was little i picked my nose like any other normal child. my mom told me if i picked my nose i would have worms grow in my stomach. well. we went to montana to visit family and while i was picking my nose one day i turned to my aunt and loudly proclaimed "I have worms!"
i used to think that if i didnt pick my nose before bed the booger man would eat me. ahhh hes behind me!!!!!!!!!!!
a few yrs ago i told my little brother that i was a alien and that when i turned 13 i would go back to space bcuz i was being punished for picking my nose. i told him that if he picked his nose he would have to go to outer space and live there 4 a long time. he believed me until i turned 13...
Before when I was a good number of years younger I would believe that your entire body consisted of mucus, and I surmised that if you picked your nose to access hold of your mucus, your mucus would starts to pull apart like a yarn ball and the more you pulled the more that it was pulled apart, which would result in your body becoming a giant pile of stringy mucus.=]] (on a side not I wish to appologize for any typos, they are there for the simple matter that I am 15 years of age, and everything I accomplish is half ass work)
I used to believe that people were stupid, and that you could never ever die of hunger.
You know why?
Boogers made an exellent source of food. And spit was a water supply.
I solved the problem of world hunger.
When I was a kid, I used to pick and eat my boogers(like im sure must little 3 year olds did). Well, my my mom told me that there were bugs and ants inside boogers, and if I ate them the would make an ant hill in my stomach.
When I was probably about 4 or 5, my big brother told me that if I stuck my finger too far up my nose, a sharp toothed snail would bite it off. I believed him, so I tried not to stick it too far up when I picked my nose and also warned all my friends in kindergarten about sticking their fingers too far up their nose because of the sharped toothed snails. My older brother also got my little brother to believe the same thing.