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When my sister and I were small children, our mother had let our hair grow very long. Every morning, we would go through the horrific pain of mother brushing the sleep induced tangles out of our long locks. Mother told us that at night while we sleep, rats make nests in our hair causing the thick, matted tangles. For many many nights, I would stay awake late in hopes of catching the little bastards who caused me so much pain in the morning.

when i was little i coloured my bellybutton orange and my olders brothers and sister (i was the youngest of 5) convinced me that now my poop was gonna be orange and i didnt go poop for 3 day becuase i was afaraid that my poop would be orange....why? i dont know?!?!

Until i was about 4, I used to beleive that everything i ate in my entire life was still in my stomach, whole, and if i ate too much my belly button would pop off like a cork and all the food would come pouring out!

When I was very young about 5 I pulled the plug on my sisters television while it was on. A blue electrical spark jumped from the outlet and I thought I turned blue! I was really scared cause I thought everyone knew what I had done cause now my skin was blue.

My mom took me to the hairdresser when I was little to get a trim. My mom pulled me in a corner after my trim and asked if I wanted to grow bangs. I looked at her and said "But mom, wouldn't it take to long?" and she looked at me in a very confused way. She didn't know that I thought the term "grow" bangs meant that you had to sprinkle your head with "bang" seeds and water them until they "grow".

well when i was a small girl of about 4 i used to wonder how women breastfed their children.i figured out that they had stacks of hay inside their boobs and that's how the milk was produced. i derived this theory from the fact that cows ate hay so that's what helped them to produce their milk.

i used to pick at my belly button a lot, and my parents got sick of me sitting at the dinner table just picking at my belly button. So they told me that it was only a knot holding my insides in, and if i picked at it too much, all my organs would fall out. The next few months i went around with duct tape over my belly button.

When I was a kid, I remember going to a dentist and asking what "those little black dots" were on a toothbrush (when you look at the toothbrush from the front when it has toothpaste on, you can see the dots of each bristle). The dental assistant told me that the dots were "Cookie Bugs" and that is why I had to brush my teeth. I believed that for years.

when i was about 5 or 6 i believed that all women had feet shaped like barbie
doll feet. if you have ever taken a look at them, they are permanently shaped
to fit into high heels.

I remember being told that if I dug deep enough into my belly-button I would find loads of great toys to play with. I fully believed this and remember having a good digging session in my belly-button.

I never did find anything :(
I guess they were lying.

Two stories. When I was young I and my cousin tricked his brother into thinking his outie belly button had one of those Aliens inside it and that if he let anything touch it, it would begin to grow until it bursted out of his tummy. He was so scared he always wore his shirt above his belly button, and cried when his mom/my aunt made him put it down.

Also my Grandfather who is fat had to have his belly button repaired because of a hernia so it was big and deep after it healed, much bigger than a normal belly button and he told me that he had an accident while playing baseball, and that the pitcher hit him in the belly button with the ball so hard it got stuck inside and that the doctors had to come take it out, and it just stayed that way. Cool thing is it was deep and big enough he could stretch it to fit a baseball inside, my Grandmother however hated when he did this, she embarrassed easily.

My mother has a story she loves to tell everyone about me. I don't remember this, but she says when I was really little I was afraid to get my hair cut. She claims I was telling her, "No Mommy, it'll hurt my hairs! It'll hurt my hairs!"

when i was 2, i beleived that my belly button was a kind of organic fax machine for turning my inner-guts into cotton fluff which fed small animals that lived inside my anus. it was only when i got a girlfriend at 26 that i found this to be slightly inaccurate.

When I was in preschool I had a black teacher. One day she picked me up and set me on her desk to calm me down because I was upset about something. Upon close inspection of the palms of her hands I noticed they were much lighter than the rest of her skin. When I got home that day, I started crying and my mother asked me what was wrong. I told her, "Mommy, Miss Tucker's turning WHITE!" Needless to say, my mom explained that black people's palms and soles of their feet were a lighter color because that's the way God made them. Boy was I relieved to know my teacher wasn't turning white!

i used to beleive that you could move your hair (like you move your muscles)to style it, and i thought my hair muscle was paralyzed because i couldnt get my hair to move.

I used to believe that the size of a person's nostril was in direct ratio to the size of their fingers for ease of picking. I also thought that if you had small nostrils and big fingers, that the nostril actually stretched out to accomodate the finger, so the person would get bigger nostrils.

When I was little my aunt always wore pumps. (High heels with pointy toes) I always thought that if you wore pumps that you would have less toes so one day I asked her where her toes went when she put on those shoes. Needless to say she laughed and told me that she still had all of her toes that they were just not in the very pointy part of her shoe.