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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.
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.
i used to believe that there were bugs in your nose, my parents told me this in a sad attempt to keep me from picking my nose
When I was a child I beleived that picking your nose would bring out the 'boogie monster'.. the REAL one. He would appear from your nose, like water from a tap, and give you a lecture about the atrocities of nose picking, and how it disturbed his slumber. After a severe finger-wagging session (and I don't mean in my nose) he would hide back up inside my nose, waiting for the next time he could get up me.
I used to pick my nose when I was really little. One day my dad told me that everytime I picked my nose, what I was realy getting out, the "boogers", were bits of my brain, and the more brain I took out the dumber I would get. This scared me enough to quit cold turkey!
I used to believe that if I ate my boogers, the Boogy Man would grow inside of me.
On the bus in elementary school there was a boy picking his nose. I started yelling how gross it was (especially since he ate it) when he argued back that boogers were made of sugar. I argued it was dirt and other gross stuff but he honestly believed they were sugar and ate them like candy.
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!!
I was told when I was younger that the boogeyman lived inside my head. If I picked my nose too much, it would make him very angry and he'd come out and eat me!
when i was about 10 i had a really bad cold and like any stupid kid i thought i was being proactive by picking out as much snot as i could and therefore get rid of my cold. well it ended in a huge nosebleed and my mom had me stuff tissue up my nostrils to try to soak up the blood, it just wouldnt stop. after a while i was fine and removed the tissue, tho my nose was still blocked with the cold. about a week later my right nostril was still blocked. in the middle of a clothes store i went rooting for gold and pulled out the biggest hardest lump of red tissue from my nose that had been stuck up there since the week before, unnoticed, and presented it to my mom shouting "Look, i unblocked my nose!" needless to say she was highly embaressed tho i was quite proud of myself!
I used to believe, if you picked your nose and ate your boogey, your head would cave in!! I even told my kids this when they were toddlers, stopped them doing it, like me!!!
When I was a kid I had a uncle with the tip of his finger missing and my dad told me that the booger monster bit it off. And if I picked my nose the booger monster would bite mine off too.
I stopped picking my nose for awile.
When I was little I believed that boogers were parts of my brain that got used up.
I used to believe that if I ate my boogers a booger tree would grow out of my head!
i used to believe that when you pick your nose and eat your boogers you would grow worms in your stomachs and they would eat everything in your stomach and you would shrivel up and die!
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!
I used to pick my nose and eat it when I was a little kid and my parents tried just about everything they could to get me to stop. "It's going to bleed," "Boogers are made of dead spiders," etc. Anyway, one day, the excuse-du-jour was that every time you pick your nose, it's just going to grow longer and fatter and redder until it looks exactly like a carrot. I got proof when I saw a cartoon character whose nose looked exactly like that (it was supposed to be that way for the plot.) I was horrified because with all the nose-picking that had accumulated over the years, I was going to go to sleep and wake up the next morning with a three-foot carrot-looking nose! I wasn't able to sleep for weeks, and I haven't picked my nose since then. (I don't believe the story, but I still don't pick my nose because I think boogers are disgusting.)
This is my two year old grand daughter's belief.
She was sticking her fingers up her nose one day, so I told her it was not a nice thing to do. She just looked at me for a second then said "There's spiders up there.
My oldest sister (who is about 18 years older than myself) would visit a lot when I was a kid and told me the there was an evil snail with HUGE teeth up my nose that would eat my finger off if I picked it. I believe that until I was about 10 years old!
My uncle used to work in a sawing factory and had lost the top half of his index finger in an accident. So, When I was little I used to pick my nose, and my dad would tell me that my Uncle Danny used to pick his nose until the evil snails that live in our nostrils (you know, those ones) bit off his finger. I never picked again. Until I was about 13 when I figured it out. Now I pick freely.