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When I was 3, I got a lollipop stuck in my hair. I decided to fix the problem myself. So as I sat down to watch "Mr. Roger's" on TV, I began cutting the candy out. Half-an-hour later I realized I had completely cut all my blonde ringlets off on one side of my head. Scared, I quickly gathered all the hair off the floor and stuffed it under my bed. I was sure that if my mom didn't see the missing hair, she wouldn't notice.....
after she began screaming, I was shocked to find out that she did notice. apparantly the half-bald head gave it away....
my sister was 3 yrs younger than me and beleived that there was a secret to stop your hair ever going white (our mum was completely gray at age 35). i pretended to read the whole dictionary and Pears cyclopaedia until i found it.
i said it was to have 6 eggs cracked on your head by a blood relative, (ie me, of course) and let them dribble down all over your face and hair and neck without cringing, crying or complaining.
i sat her in a chair with the towel over her shoulders like at the hairdresser, and got as far as 2 eggs until my mum walked in and went ballistic
She didnt even see the funny side
When I was little, I used to believe that your hair was a huge wad inside your head, and that's how it kept growing. And that if you cut it too often you would run out of hair and become bald like your dad.
I used to believe there were two kinds of mustaches, the kind that grew on your upper lip and another kind that grew across the bridge of your nose right under your eyes and that was the kind suitable for curling and waxing. Hanna-Barbera gave me this impression.
I seriously thought that if I stuck my head out the window while the car was in motion, my hair would grow. I gave this advice to many people.
when i was about 5 i allways chewed on my hair and my mum allways told me that if u chewed on ur hair it would tangle up all ur insides and eventullay you would expload ! LOL!
I used to believe that each strand of hair was connected to a "brain noodle". The prinicpal of my elementary school (Mr. Scott) was bald. I puzzled over this for awhile and finally went up to Mr. Scott and asked how he could be a principal if he didn't have a brain.
As a child, on asking my dad why I could see his bald crown he replied that it was because he was "so tall that he was growing through his hair". I really believed that for a long time!
My mum has always had short hair. For some reason this led me to think that only little girls could have long hair.
I used to believe my Dad was bald due to sticking his head out of the aeroplane window when he was in the RAF and consequently being scalped by the propeller!
I used to believe that all body hair consisted of dead nerve-endings. Nerves growing until they pushed through your skin, I guess. I continued this belief through high school until a fellow student set me straight in AP Biology.
When I was little, my mother told me that if I didn't wash all of the shampoo out of my hair, all my hair would fall out and I would be bald. I assumed this to mean forever. I believed this for longer than I should have.
When i was around 5, my hair used to be braided into many long plaits(that i was very proud of !) that my friends at kindergarten would try to count. I always believed that by counting my plaits, my hair would fall off and up to this day i still believe that.
When my best friend Emma and I were around 6 we saw on TV a hairspray in a gold bottle and the lady said that you couldn't go a day without wearing it or your hair would look bad, I told Emma that we had a gold spray bottle in the bathroom and we should try it. We were 6 and didn't read yet so we just started spraying only to be told that it was my dad's spray deodorant. Our mom's told us that our hair would fall out (probably just to scare us) but we believed them and went to stole every single one of my big sister's hats to get ready for when we were bald. We refused to go anywhere with out a hat just in case a chunk fell out while were were out. This went on until a few weeks later when I told my grandpa that I would be bald like him soon and he set me straight.
When I was younger, I had a bad habbit of chewing on my hair. Then my dad told me that if I kept doing that, my hair would turn green. Of course, I believed him. So everytime I saw one of my friends sucking on her hair, I would freak out and yell "DONT DO THAT YOUR HAIR WILL TURN GREEEN!" I was so cute. Haha.
Bald people conduct electricity better.
One day I tested my theory...
I used to believe that bald men had hair where their skin should be and skin where their hair should be.
I had a strange picture in my head of a yeti-type thing; hair covering all of his body except on his scalp, armpits and beard.
When i was 3 or 4, my reliable freind explained to me that blonde people and ginger people were an evil race of alien invaders that couldn't quite get the "proper" hair colour right on their human disguises (me and my freind both had brown hair).
I always cower in abject terror every time my blonde "human" teacher talks to me...
when i was little my mom told me that when i was born my hair was pink & that whenever they cut it it would turn a different color. she said they had to keep cutting it until it turned brown. not only did i believe this until middle school, i told anyone who would listen.
I used to think that all men who had mustaches were evil...including my uncle. To this day, I still don't like my uncle very much...