When I was younger, I believed that only people with blue eyes could see every color because their eyes were "clear" enough to see colors (I have blue eyes, so this made sense) and that people with brown or green eyes only saw those respective hues. Every one in my family had blue eyes so I never had a chance to really ask anyone else.
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My parents used to tell me my birthmark on my stomach was a part of me. I used to believe that was the actual name of the spot on my skin. When I was asked at school what that spot was on my stomach I just said "It's a part of me!"
My aunt & Grandmother used to tell me that whenever you were lying, your tongue would turn black. Whenever something was broken or missing in the house; they'd gather all of the extended family and tell the kids to stick out their tongues. I was told on several occasions that I had the dreaded "black tongue".....I would look in a mirror; no black tongue....and I thought I was not seeing what my grandma was seeing. I guess it was a way to get someone to admit wrongdoing....but I admitted to breaking my grandmother's desk just to make her leave us alone.
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I used to believe a tastebud represented one food you liked.
I used to believe that your heart was the same shape as the number of age you were, for example, when you were four, your heart was shaped like the numder 1.
...i had and still have a "cow's lick" and was told that at birth a big cow came in and licked my forehead and thus my hair...i cannot rememeber if it puzzled me, frightened me, amazed me, but i have been fascinated with cows ever since...my son has an even bigger "cow's lick" than i had but he didn't buy the story AT all when i told him why...children nowadays are way smarter than what we were in the 70's! :)
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I had blonde hair when I was little, and I believed that people with brown or black hair had dirty hair and just needed to wash it to turn it back to blonde.
I used to believe that when you play with your belly button too much, the screw inside will unscrew and your ass will fall off.
My mom always used to say,"Don't scratch your belly button or it will bleed." So I when we were at church, and everyone was singing, I started screaming and balling so loud everyone stopped singing. It was because my brother had poked my belly button (which at the time seemed close enough to scratch) and I though blood was going to start pouring out of my belly! I was terrified!!!! I never lived it down.
Ever since i was little my belly button has been inbetween an inie and an outie, and i showed my friend. Me and her were about 7 and she lied saying that her aunt's naval looked like mine but when she started getting older it kept growing and growing until it was a foot long (as she demonstrated with her arm.) After that I would cry at night thinking how gross my belly botton will be when I get older.
When I was a little kid, I was afraid of band-aids because I thought they would tear my skin off.
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I used to believe that the reason why you put your hand over your heart during the flag salute is to see if it's beating.
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I used to believe that everyone else could move their eyes except me because I couldn't see my eyes move left or right in the mirror.
I used to believe that black people we're made out of chocolate.
I was born in Asia, and until I came to the U.S., I thought black people were make-believe.
When I was a little girl I used to belive that I had 3 tubes in my throat; one for eating, one for breathing and one for drinking...
when I was a little girl, I used to lie in the grass and watch the blue sky. Then one day, a friend of mine came and said to me that if I stared at the sky for too long, my eyes would pop out and I would be blind for ever. I didn't look at the sky for years.
my cousin (18) told her sister (5) that if she got tan she would have to change her name to Fatima. so she avoided the sun almost all summer
When I was a young girl I happened to love carrots, and I ate a lot of them! With the logical sense of a child, I missed (or ignored) the part where I actually chewed the carrots, so I was convinced (and tried to convince everyone around me) that my ribs actually were the carrots I had been eating.
I used to believe that the colour of someones eyes told you about their personality.
I used to think people with brown eyes were mean, people with blues kind and people with green eyes smart.
I was such a dumb kid, though my theory has proven pretty correct in the area where i live. Strange.....