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.
When I was five or six, I was worried that I'd lost my heart because I didn't hear it beating.
When I was six or so, I had a nightmare where if you cried a lot, you'd get scars on your eyes. That made me nervous for about three days.
When I was about 4 my Mom told me we were going to the hair salon to get me bangs and I started crying hysterically.She was baffled and commented that I had had bangs before but that didn't help my gears.Finally I managed to communicate that I thought she was taking me to have a beating where I would get "bangs" on my forehead.Ouch!
I use to believe that people had a maximum number of words to say. And those who were mute, had used up all their words. Needless to say, I was a very quiet child.