picking my nose
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.
When i was young, my parents told me that boogers were part of your brain, so to stop me from picking my nose. Logically, i thought that if i ate them, they would just go back into my brain, and no harm done. needless to say, i never wanted to blow my nose, because then that part of my brain would be lost forever!
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.
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.
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 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.
When I was younger my father told me that if I picked my nose my nostril would stretch to accommodate the size of my finger.
Lord knows I didn't want big holes in my nose so I stopped picking my nose.
my nan had 9 out of 10 fingers amputated and so she used to tell me that she picked her nose and the cockroachs ate them. :S i actually belived her...
my mother always told me that if I picked my nose my eyeballs would fall out of my head! I knew that when you sneezed your eyes always shut so I always thought there was a definite relationship between one's eye and nose functions.
My sister told me that if I picked my nose there were snail creatures inside of it that would bite my fingers.
I used to believe that boogers were a part of my brain. I was told that if the brains were removed from my head I would lose brain cells, thus losing intelligence. In order to avoid being stupid I ate my boogers to keep them "in the system."
I used to believe that if you picked your nose deep enough, you would find gold because whenever my dad caught me picking, he would ask, "Ya diggin for gold?" I had a lot of nosebleeds as a child.