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i used to believe that people with blue or green eyes saw that certain color
One time when I was little I overhead my dad say, "eyelids are very delicate." For years after that, anytime I rubbed my eyes a bit harder than I intended, I would run to a mirror in make sure my eyelid hadn't ripped. I was terrified of it happening, because how could you possibly remedy a ripped eyelid? I doubt my father ever had any idea of all the trauma that simple statement inflicted on me.
I always thought that if you sneeze with your eyes open your eye balls will pop out...after that da I always sneezed with my eyes closed.... then I found out that it's not possible to sneeze with your eyes open!
I used to believe that glasses werent just glasses. I thought that they were xray glasses, or lasor beam glasses, or some other twisted kind of glasses. I thought that because of this, people said not to hit a kid with glasses because they would beam you witha lasor in their glasses.
When i was real young i thought that if i covered my eyes with my hands, other people couldn't see me becouse i couldn't see them. I was always the first one found in "Hide-and -Seek."
A girl in my class told me that going for an eye (sight) test involved the optician taking my eyeballs out of my head to check the back of them. I had visions of the optician gently breathing on my eyeballs to mist them up, then rubbing them up and down his sleeves ito clean them, must like how my mom would clean the lenses on her glasses. I was terrified!
My brother was born with one brown eye and one blue eye (seriously!) When I asked my mother why, she said because he couldn't make up his mind.
I knew a little girl who thought the word "eyebrow" was "eyebrown." I don't know how she explained black or blond "eyebrowns."
I thought the white circles you see when looking at a bright window were what atoms of air look like.
you know how when you look at a bright light sometimes and then shut your eyes you can see little colourful dots. Well i used to think these were called fuzzies and that they were like a little community in your closed eyelids.
I used to believe that when you looked at something your eyes actually left your head and went to that object. I would sit on the couch and look at the television. If my brother were looking at the television I thought that I could push his eyes out of the way with mine. I also thought that if I were looking at the tv and someone walked into the room and I looked away my eyes would be traveling across the room and if they ran into someone they may not make it back to my head. I also tried to use that theory to my advantage to "hit" my brother with my eyes when he came into the room. I was willing to risk losing my eyes if I could just get one up on my brother.
One evening I was mentioning to my wife that my boss was going to have laser eye surgery. My six year old son overheard and interrupted with, "Cool! Is your boss gonna blast bad guys with his laser eyes?"
When I was little I used to believe that black people saw in black and white.
When I was little I had a habit of blinking my eyes alot. My dad told me if I don't stop blinking my eyes would fall off. I told my classmate about this and they say that would never happen. but I still believe what my dad said so I stopped blinking my eyes alot.
I used to believe that the goop in your eyes when you woke up in the morning were "baby eyes." If you didn't remove the "baby eyes" they would grow into extra eyes on your face. I kept my eyes very clean.
When I was young, I thought that those patterns and colors you see when you rub your eyes were called hippies. Probably had to do with those phsycedelic patterns being associated with them.
My 14 year old friend thinks that floaters are really "paranormal pictures from another realm" and that she is the "only one that sees them".
When I was younger, I used to believe that everyone who had glasses had a different perscription, and it was very rare to find someone with the same perscription.
Then I found out I just had really bad eyes and that's why I couldn't see out of my friends' glasses.
When angry with my mother, I would hold my thumb close to one eye and close the other. Voila, Mom disappeared!
When I first got glasses I was five years old, and I insisted on keeping them on at night, so I could see my dreams better