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When I was little, my mother insisted on me having bangs. Little kids don't usually look in mirrors, so I didn't know that bangs were hair. Whenever I went to get my hair cut, I would think that they were cutting the skin on my forehead and get upset.
When I was three I beleived that everyone's hair was made of clear strands but the color was created by tiny bugs running up and down each strand of hair so fast that they created a blur of color on each hair. The color of your hair was determined by the color of your hair bugs.
I used to think that if i put conditioner in my hair before the shampoo my hair would fall out.
My mother is a white person who grew up in Hawaii. She told me that everyone hated her because wasn't Asian; she was white and was a "Howlie".
I assumed this meant that they hated her because white people (in my mind) were really hairy and they looked like werewolves.
Actually, to this day, I don't really know if I'm not right.
I believed that if you ate a piece of your own hair, a new strand of hair would grow on your head.
I live next door to a family of 7. The two youngest in the family were 2 and 4 years old. The 2 year old saw me after I had gotten a haircut and said "Daniel, your hair's all gone!". I questioned her a bit, and it turned out that she thought that boys hair never grew, and that it was only girls who had to get haircuts. I set her straight, then walked inside the house and burst out laughing.
I used to think that pincurls were a Catholic hairstyle, as all the catholic women in the neighborhood had them and my mother who was jewish wore a long braid down her back, and her jewish friends had short hair cuts.
When i was little i belived that my dads stubble (on his face) was made up of little men inside his head pushing needles threw his face...lol!!
When I was about 4 or 5 my twin sister would put a pair of pants or tights on her head and go around the house remarking, "Look at my curly hair." I saw her doing this and I wanted to have "curly hair" too, but I tried and tried and I just couldn't imitate her technique. I was fustrated at the time, but today I am happy I couldn't put the pants on my head since my sister is still tormented till this day about her fashion statement. :D
When my sis was about 3 years old, she was rubbing our mother's unshaven leg. She asked "What are these?" and my mom answered "Stubbles." My sister said "Do they bite?" We still crack up over it 30 years later.
When i was little i used to believe that when you got your haircut, the barbers would "unscrew" the top of your head and screw a different hairstyle back on.
i use to believe that water grew your hair and if u put to much water on your hair it would rot and die like a plant....i was 11 when i found out your hair was already dead.
When I was about three, I once heard my mom telling someone she was getting a perm and I thought a perm was some creature made of tangled hair and brains that lived in a dank green lagoon somewhere.
My sister told me that hair is just dead veins. I believed her, and told all my friends, they were disgusted, but they believed me too.
You know when you get a cut; you bleed. I was around five and I knew this to be true. I figure if skin bleeds so does your hair when you get it cut. Whenever I got my hair cut, I would cry and yell and fight so I would not my haircut so I would not bleed to death.
When I was a kid I had some really difficult curly hairs that would get tangled 5 minutes after they were brushed (still do). I loved cows, so my mom told me that little cows were walking around on those hairs and tangling them. We affectionately called them my 'cow hairs'.
when i was little wen my hair was in sunlight it had a gold tinge to it so i believed that my hair was made of gold and that i was a princess
I went to Sunday School with a Christian friend of mine and she told me if I converted my hair would become straight because all Jewish people had curly hair like mine.Straightening irons,not religion,took care of that "problem" when I got older.!
When my sisters and I were kids, we used to stick tape on our face to make silly faces, my mom must have ran out of lots of rolls...until she told us we would grow hair under the tape. That put a stop to that!
When I was little I used to chew on my hair a lot. Then my Grannie told me that if I kept doing that, my hair would turn into worms. Needless to say, I stopped immediatly!