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I used to think that being blind meant the same thing as being white (skin color).

After witnessing my big brother losing a tooth, when I was 4, my dad let me in on a little secret. You start out with baby toes, but eventually you lose them and get your big toes.

I told my friends about it, and we all lived in fear that our toes were going to fall off!

i used to believe that the colour of your eyes was all to do with nature. i had a few freinds who had blue eyes, some had green eyes and some had brown eyes like me. and i thought that when people were born they had no colour in their eyes, so people with brown eyes and hazel eyes had earth put in their eyes, people with blue eyes had sky put in their eyes, people with green eyes had grass put in their eyes and people with grey eyes were people whose eyes had been forgotten to be filled in.

When I was a kid I believed that black peoples butts were light skinned like the bottom of their hands and feet. I figured out the truth in 6th grade camp when I bunked in the den of the predominatly black school we went to camp with. For some reason those guys liked to moon eachother alot.

My little sister who is now in her mid-twenties is not the brightest star in the sky. When we were in our early twenties I saw that she had some dirtyness in her belly button and asked her what it was and why it was so dirty. She said, " Oh that's just my umbilical cord." Apparently, she never washed out her belly button thinking that the nastiness was her umbilical cord. How gross is that?!

I used to think that "stretch marks" were those lines that you get on your tummy when your jeans are too tight.

I remember being about 8 and saying "Gosh mom, you sure have a lot of stretch marks on your stomach!" and getting slapped like 3 feet across the room.

I used to put hair grease on my arms and legs when I was younger, and I believed/ and still do, that the hair grease made the hair on my arms and legs grow.

My sister used to tell me that if I cracked my knuckles, then I would have fat knuckles when I grew up. It never stopped me though, and ironically, my knuckles are skinnier than hers!

When my Mom washed my hair, she used to sing "I'm going to wash that man right out of your hair....". So here I visioned a little man with a tiny house in my hair, never knowing how he got there. I always felt sorry for the little man being washed away down the drain and often wondered what he did when he got down there. How come I never saw this little man? I always looked for him.. As this was repeated often during bathtimes I also wondered how the little man always got back into my hair from the drain!

I used to believe that people were different colours depending on how long God backed them in the oven.

I used to, and still sorta do, believe that if I got poked too hard in the belly button it would unravel and all my guts would fall out!

I'm 15 now and still can't have anyone viciously poke my belly button(irrational I know!), but all my friends threaten me with it constantly!

I use to beleve that people who where black, was people who had been in the sun to much,so they get sunburn. That was why they where black.

I Used to believe that belly buttons fell off as you got older

I used to think that everyone gets more freckles as they get older, and when they get all of their freckles, then they're black people. I thought that black people were people whose freckles had all come in!

I used to belive that having short hair would make you smaller. I still have long hair, but now I know that short hair doesn't make you smaller.

I used to believe that black people were black because there's too much sun in Africa. I watched a Discovery Channel program on climate and they talked about how much hotter Africa is than the United States, so I figured everybody black, having roots in Africa, was sunburned, and it even passed down to their children. Whenever my mom pestered me about how much I needed sunblock at the beach, I didn't worry that much because I would just become a black person! When my mom kept insisting I wear sunblock, that made me think that my mom didn't like black people, or at least didn't want me to be black. I pretty much held this belief until my mom explained that the sun can give you cancer, and THEN I thought all black people had cancer! She eventually learned everything I believed and set everything straight. Thank goodness.