When my brother(caucasian) and my godbrother(african american) were little they decided that the difference in their skin color was because one drank white milk and the other drank chocolate milk.
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I used to believe that, when someone was crying her eyes out, or her heart out, that she really did and that I could find the eyes or heart (kind of like a red velvet pin cushion in a heart shape) in the room where it had happened.
When I was in kindergarten, living in a very white suburb outside of Seattle, there was only one black child in my grade. When we had our only full day (where the am kids and pm kids went all day together), I saw her. During lunch time, when we were all eating our sandwiches, she was the only one with wheat bread, and I thought she had brown bread because she had brown skin. Later on in school, she became one of my best friends... and now I won't even touch white bread. :)
When I was about 6, We had only a couple of black people in our neighborhood, so when we visited another state where family members had many black friends, I thought their very light palms were some kind of an affliction, like a skin disease or an injury to their palms.
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When i was little i used to think that a birth mark was the place on the body where you came out of the mother
when i was little, i used to believe that a Hawaiian tan would never fade away.
i used to believe that the term "eye sockets" was literal -- and that eyes, by definition, plugged into your head like lamps plug into walls... i was always afraid that my eyes would pop out of my head and i wouldn't be able to plug them back in
When I was little I thought that everyone had little wings inside their shoulderblades and when they died the wings grew so then they would be angels
and could fly.
I used to believe that if you couldn't see someone then they couldn't see you. If I didn't want someone to see me I'd close my eyes - boo it didn't work!
i used to believe that if i rolled my eyes while someone hit me on the back of the head, my eyes would stay that way. i tried like mad to get someone to hit me while i did that but no one would! i even tried to do it to myself, and when it didn't work i figured i wasn't hitting myself hard enough.
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I used to beleive that everyone in my family had a different color blood. My blood was red, my sister's was yellow, my mom's was green, and my dad's was blue.
My brother told me that vanishing cream would make my freckles disppear
when I was little I heard that I was from a blackfoot. I beleived that when I had a baby it would be born with black feet and would have to wear socks to hide them.
I was told that if you didn't wash behind your ears good, potatoes would start to grow!
I used to believe that babies were born out our bellybuttons.
I got a scar on my knee after learning to ride my bike, and I just couldn't leave the scartissue alone, I was scratching it all the time.
My mother explained me that I had to stop, and that the hole in my skin was growing shut when it was itching and that finally there would be no hole left on my knee if I let it itch for a long enough time without scratching.
The logic of itching = no more hole, was fine by me untill I forgot to rinse after using soap in the shower and my butt started itching A LOT!
I ran into the bathroom screaming, and intended to remain seated at the toilet cause I wanted to get as much out of there as possible before it closed permanently.
The first time I went on a roller coaster, my older brother told me that if I closed my eyes, the air pressure would suck them back into my head. So I had to do my frist roller coaster ride with my terrified eyes WIDE open for the whole trip!
When I was 5 at the beach with my parents, my dad got sand in his eye, so he took his eyeball out, cleaned it, and put it back in. I thought WOW, so thats how you clean your eyes. Years later I found out my Dad had a glass eye from a fireworks accident.
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I was told that your belly button is where you put salt when you eat apples in bed.
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I seriously believed that the old adage about not making a face, or it will stick that way was true. I constantly changed expressions, so this wouldn't happen.