I used to believe that I had two fathers. Actually I knew they were the same man, but it seemed to me that I had two in some sort of surreal way. The first father was the one who was around early morning. He had tousley hair, was unshaven and just didn’t look very good. Probably he coughed a lot and maybe he was a bit grumpy. There was nothing really wrong with him, it was just that I preferred the other one. Every morning he disappeared into the bathroom and after a while, kaapow!, the second father would appear. This one had slicked back hair, a smooth face, smelled good and seemed more friendly
A childhood belief about family
others believed things like this
- My father always told me that if I wore socks to bed I would grow hair inbetween my toes. Anon
- I used to think that everybody's hair was black and if you had blond hair, you dyed your hair.— ~_~CoolKid93_~_
- I used to hold my hand over my hair whenever i left the house and it was windy incase my hair blew away— lisa
- I used to believe that you could curl your hair by twirling a strand of hair wrapped around your finger— Anonymous
- I believed that if you ate a piece of your own hair, a new strand of hair would grow on your head.— Ryo
- I used to think that bleaching your hair meant washing your hair with toilet bleach.Anon