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I used to believe that if I closed my eyes and couldn't see anyone, then they couldn't see me either. I could never figure out why I was always found first when playing Hide and Seek!

When I was little I knew that belly buttons had something to do with babies, but not what. Plus all the men in my family had "outies" and all the women had "innies".

So I decided that when a woman was pregnant, the baby would grab a hold of the inner end of the belly button and breathe through it like a snorkel.

I use to believe that there were little men in your stomach, holding ropes pulling your belly button. If you had an inny you had strong men, if you had an outty, you had lazy men.

When I was very small. by older brother told me that if I "Kissed my own elbow, I would turn into a boy."

When I was little, my best friend told me that if you put too much conditioner in my hair, you would go bald. We went to her brother's school, and she pointed out this bald guy, saying that he used to much conditioner. One time when I went to take a shower, I freaked out when my mom put water in the conditioner, thinking there was to much, but she told me there was no way to become bald from too much shampoo. I have thick hair now, so that definitely can't be true!

My father convinced me that there was an actual tooth that was your "sweet tooth". So, I grew up thinking that because he was literally missing a tooth, his "sweet tooth", he didn't like desserts.

Growing up in the rural South there was a great deal of rascism. My mom told my sister that if she ate the pecans that still had the green out shell, they would make her turn into an african-american. Defiantly my sis kept playing with the green pecans from the big tree. That night, when she went to take her bath, the oils from the pecans and the water had a chemical reaction and her skin started turning brownish. In the midst of blood curling screams my mom ran to the bathroom to see what was wrong and there sat my sis hysterically covered in tears in the tub with black fingers. She never ate pecans again.

I believed that all people were cooked in an oven, by god, as babies. White people were cooked less than black people. I was about 4 and with my mom in a predominately black area when I said to her "god must have left him in the oven a really long time" after seeing a very dark skinned man. After some talking she figured out what my theory was and corrected me. Boy did she have a laugh!

When I was a young boy, I used to yank the hair out of the barbie dolls of the girl next door. Until I was about 7 years old, I thought people had the same dots on their heads to hold their hair in as barbie dolls do.

in my youth, i asked my mother where belly buttons came from. she said that when we are born we are cooked in an oven and they poke you to see if you are 'done'. you're belly button was the scar. she added we were all different colours because some people are cooked for longer.

When I was younger I didn't think black people got spots. I wanted to be black, I think believed this until I was about 12!

My mother always told me that if I crossed my eyes, the elastic could snap and I'd be cross-eyed forever.

When I was little my Mom told me that if I kept playing with my belly button my arms and legs would fall off. That's why they call it a belly button because it holds your body together.

When I was little cut off shorts were the thing! So when someone said,"cut-off shorts" I thought they meant you actually had to cut off your legs!

Whenever misbehaving, my parents would tell me the Gypsies would come and take me away to make soap out of my stomach.
For a while there I believed that soap was made out of bad little boys' stomachs.

My mom says that when she was growing up, she thought that her belly button was where her skin came together.