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My mum told me that if you picked your nose and flicked it on the floor then it would turn into a monster!
My grandma told me that if I didn't stop, my stomach would get really big, then it would explode. I believed her until I got in the 8th grade and studied the digestive tract.
when i was younger like4 i use to eat my boogers
when i was watching barney then i belived that the tv could see u so i stopped so they couldent or
i covered the tv up with a blanket
Boogers came from magical booger fairies that mined them over night and put them in your nose in the morning.
when i was about 7 or 8 my sister told me that if you pick your nose and whipe it on someone it would turn into a mole(the bigger the bugger, the bigger the mole) so her and my brothers would whipe their buggers on me just to see me run screaming to the bathroom to wash them off.
I was told that picking my nose would cause my nose to either grow enormously big or be misshapen because my fingers would cause stretching in the nostrils..
When i was in the 1st grade, i had a habit of eating my boogers.(disgusting, right?) I sat in the very front of the room, and during a spelling test, i just had this craving to pick my nose. I dont know why, i just did. and i "accidentally" dropped my pencil under my desk. And when i went to go bend down to get my pencil, i would pick my boogers and eat them.
When I was little I used to pick bogies out of my nose then shove them back In!!
Because my brother told me if you picked your nose your brains would fall out!
I believed him till I was 6yrs old.
My grandma told me at a younge age that if I picked my nose and ate my boogers that they would turn into warms in my stomach. Talk about a good way to stop a nasty habit. I even tell this one to my child and my friends children. No booger eaters around here!
When I was little, my mom told me that if you picked your nose and ate the boogers that you would get worms in your poop.
when i was little i used to think there was a worm way up your nose and if you picked your nose too far up it would bite your finger off
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.
when i was a kid i used to believe that the people in the pictures could see me so i never picked my nose, even in the presence of pictures
When I was little, my mom told me not to pick my nose. A friend told me that the little green things were aliens, and if I didnt pick them out, they would get into my brain and invade. My mom told me that they were nice aleins, and instead of picking them out I should be nice and use a tissue and just blow them out.
ok i thought that since i picked my nose when i was little.... i thought there was a little doll in my nose and she would come around and "re-stock" my nose every night with a minni wheelbarrow when i was sleeping and when i sneezed i was afraid she was in there and than she would be lost forever!
When I was little, my friend's mother told me there was a snail that lives inside of your nose, and if you pick your nose, he will chew off your fingernail, and after that, he would bite your finger off!
I used to think that if i wasnt picking my nose (which was a habit of mine until i became eight) there were little dwarven miners, looking for snot. (what in the world was i thinking?!?!?) I got this belief when my my caught me picking my nose and said "Oi, looking for gold, Stevie?"
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.
My dad lost half of his ring finger a couple of days before I was born so I never knew him with it. All my siblings and I always had our fingers in our noses so he would tell us that he was picking his nose one day when he was little, in the car and his mother hit a bump and half his finger got stuck up there. We didn't stop picking, we just stopped picking in front of him but my younger brother believed it long enough to pass it on to other kids his age.
I used to belive that there was gold in my nose because pepole would always say that i was "diggin' for gold"!