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When I was a kid, a lady came into our class to check all of our heads for lice. She explained what they looked like so we all understood. When I got home that night, my Dad was getting ready to put on my Grandpa's winter hat, when I stopped him, because Grandpa had lice. As it turns out, Grandpa had dandruff.
On the bottle of shampoo, it would say, really big, make sure hair is wet!!! So I asked my mom what would happen if my hair was dry and I put shampoo in it, and she said I would die. I was really nervous for a long time.
My parents said that gnomes tied knots in my hair while I was sleeping. I had insomnia for years.
When I was little, my mom told me that my hair was always tangled up in the morning because a rat played in my hair at night. I thought it was cute to have a little rat in my hair.
I used to believe an "Ego" was a kind of hair style, similar to a mullet.
I used to believe that a cow-lick meant that a cow had licked you when you were a baby.
When i was about five, i asked my mum why i couldn't feel my hair and she said that it was because it was made out of dead cells. a year or so later i found out that alcohol killed brain cells. I figured that hair must be those dead brain cells killed by alcohol so if you wanted long hair you should get drunk alot.
I used to believe that my hair grew out of my head from a tightly wound store of it lodged within my skull - I couldn't work out how it stayed away from your eyes on the inside. I also believed that finger nails were already formed in the fingers but stayed soft until they were exposed to air (had they not worked like that then the fingers and wrists would have been rigid - or so I supposed).
I use to believe that the hair on your head was the same colour as pubic hair
My dad would tell me stories about kids who didn't wash all of the soap out of their hair. He said that, when it rained, a big soap bubble would form and carry the kid away.
I used to believe that if I got my hair cut like Farrah Fawcett's people would throw ashes on me.
I was taking a shower with my mom when I was about 6. I asked her "Why do you have hair down there?" She said "When you are older, you will have hair down there too." I didn't believe her. I just laughed and said "Yeah, right".
I belived that beard and mustache were roots of hair. That it took long for the roots to grow out from ones chin and that's why only adults had them.
I used to belive that hair grows from down, not from root.
When I was very young, I asked my dad why he didn't have any hair on the back (crown) of his head. He said that when he was a kid somebody dropped a rock on his head and all his hair fell out. I believed it for years.
when i was little one my best friends told me the only way you can get calick is if a cow comes in your room at night when you're sleeping and licks your head.. i honestly believed her for the longest time. what was i thinking?
When my mother was little, she was short-sighted but hadn't been diagnosed as such yet, so she didn't yet have glasses ... this impediment meant that, since nearly all women had perms when she was a child, she believed that all grown-up women had hair which grew in loops and back into their heads and dreaded the day when her own would do the same because it would be harder to brush ...
My brother did not understand baldness as a child. One day at the mall, we were waiting behind a man who was bald in the center of his head, but still had hair around the sides and back.
Ever the polite boy, he asked my mother, "Why does that man have a hole in his head?"
I used to believe that my grandfather was bald because a crow has licked his hair!
he used to say that alot! lol
when i was about 6, i believed that if you didnt want bangs anymore, you had to cut them off very close to your head. i tried this theory out one day, which resulted in a trip to the hairdressers and a very strange hairstyle for a while after.