I used to think that when people got their ears pierced, they had to stand against the wall while someone shot the earring out of a gun from the other side of the room.
Are used to believe it was my fault I had a ‘widows peak’ Because my sister told me, when i was a baby I’d sit in my highchair and put beans in my hair
I used to believe that anti-dandruff shampoo would get rid of dandruff permanently the first time you used it, but then give you dandruff again the next time you used it, and would keep alternating between removing it and putting it back with each use.
I used to believe in Perez mause when my teeth fall, I put them under the pillow to see what happened
When I was little, I used to believe when you were squinting and there was wind, you would be blocked. When I was 14 years old, my mother told me it was false, before I was sure it was real. When I learnt this I felt so stupid.
When I' was a little boy, I fell while cycling and I broke my 2 front teeth.After this, I went
in emergencies .Since this moment, I used to believe than If my mother kissed me on my wound, I would heal.Now I think than what I was thinking before I was very stupid but I am less afraid of getting hurt.
I used to believe that if we squinted during a storm, we could block our eyes, and my neighbor had a problem with the eyes that made him squint, and I was thinking he had squinted during a storm, So one day I asked him why he had squinted during a storm and he got upset and fought over me, I did not understand why he got angry and I understood 5 years later when I asked my parents if it was not true that we could block our eyes and that they told me that it was a myth to prevent children from squinting .Now I find this stupîd and I do not know how I could believe that for so long and how I could be so naive.
I read a book about how a woman was reluctant to take her daughters to the barber because the family was "scrimping and pinching". That made me think that scrimping and pinching had something to do with getting your hair cut.
As a child, I had unruly bushy and wavy brown hair. One of the biggest factors was my “cow lick”. Every time I heard the term, I envisioned being an infant crawling through a pasture, being licked by a cow.
This one's a bit embarrassing. I heard someone referring to an old, bald guy as an "old coot", so I thought that a coot meant a bald man.