I used to believe that at the tops of my nostrils (inside my nose) there was a man who would go back and forth to each nostril. He had like clothes and a beard and everything. He had a shovel and would dig for buggers and mucus behind my nose and pour it into each nostril like he was mining coal or shoveling snow.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that moustaches were overgrown nostril hairs.Anon
- that sneezes were caused by little pixies crawling up your nose and brushing past your nose hairs— Joanna
- My mother used ot tell me that if I picked my nose the 'Nose Spider' would bite my finger off.— Melanie
- When I was in Kindergarten I was told if I picked my nose my nose will go into eternal bleeding— Sam
- My grandparents always told me that if I picked my nose too much, my nose would get bigger.— The Mortal Elf
- I used to believe if you picked your nose, your brains would fall out your nose.Anon