My uncle Michael was bald and I remember asking him where his hair was. He replied that it had blown off one day in the wind and it was in the tree in the garden at the front of the house. I used to always look into the tree to see if I could find his hair for him so he could put it back on his head. Even when I grew older and I knew it wasn't true, I couldn't get out of the habit of looking up at the tree every time I passed it, subconsciously searching for his hair.
A childhood belief about hair
others believed things like this
- I used to think that the tree branches moving was making the wind, not the wind making the tree branches move.— Jenny
- 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 hold my hand over my hair whenever i left the house and it was windy incase my hair blew away— lisa
- When I was five, I believed God was big as a tree, a tree being the biggest thing I could convieve of.
— Chris - I used to believe that the Doller Tree store was an actual tree.Anon
- I used to think that everybody's hair was black and if you had blond hair, you dyed your hair.— ~_~CoolKid93_~_