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My grandma had a short tight curly perm when I was younger, while my hair was long and stick-straight. While eating a sandwich one day, she told me that if I ate the crust of the bread, my hair would turn curly like hers... I did NOT want her hair! I immediately stopped eating bread crust.
This is about my cousin. She's got dark red hair, and her mom loves her color. But at ten years old she badly wanted to bleach her hair, her mom told her that if she bleached her hair, it would go green, because she had red hair. Two years later she told me that i really shouldn't bleach my hair, I also got red hair, because it would go green, I didn't know how to react so I started a fitful laugh...and told her that wasn't true, and she was like "what?"
I belived that if I mixed all the different shampoos awailable in our bathromm, my hair would get extreemly strong and give me incredible powers. Havent seen any yet though.
In the early seventies when I was just starting school my father used to teach at evening classes and my parents used to have parties for the students. The fashion at that time was for men to wear beards and have long hair, but my father didn't really go for that. So everytime I saw a man with a beard and long hair on the train or bus I would always think to myself 'That's a student'.
I have a cowlick right in the middle of my hairline in the front. Anytime I had bangs I looked ridiculous (my mom kept my hair short - GRRRRRRRR). She told me that if I cut it off that it would grow STRAIGHT OUT no matter how long it got. Till I was about 25 I used to tell all my hairdressers "Watch out! I have a cowlick in the front!"
I was convinced that you had to water your hair to make it grow, like plants. So the more you shampooed your hair, the longer it would grow.
I used to believe that blond hair grew in with dark roots. I transferred to a new school at the age of 11 and asked another student why her hair was so weird. (She was a natural blond)
When my Dad got married he was already bald. His twin brother was also bald, so we always knew them bald. i used to ask them what happened and they told me that on a beautiful sunny day while they were suntanning, their mother - my grandmother was mowing the grass and accidentally chopped off the hair on top of their haid and it never grew back! We beleived it for many years.
This is not my own belief, but someone else's, which I think is so cute that it merits being on this site: Being a curly-haired little fellow, this person thought as a child that all the other children must have curly hair, too. On his first day of school, however, he found out that they did not all have curly hair, some of them had straight hair. So he was shocked and did not want to go back.
I once heard my aunt tell her sister that she wanted a Farrah Fawcett hair-do and I thought she wanted her hair to stand up and swoosh out like water coming out of a faucet.
When I was little I used to chew on my hair a lot. One day my friend told me that if I kept it up, my hair would turn into snakes. Never done it sence.
I used to think that if I did not put copious amounts of vaseline on my eyebrows they would blow off. I must have looked like some sort of a nut with my greasy brows and pigtails! My parents never stopped me...what were they thinking?
After watching the movie "The Secret Garden", I really did think that hair kept growing even after you were dead..
up until the age of 21 I didn't understand what a "five o'clock shadow," was. When I was little, at some point having learned a bit about sun dials, I figured that that must have meant men's shadows always "pointed," towards five o'clock.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old we had a milkman who had red hair. Also, even though my parents were blond and brunette, I had bright red hair. Occasionally, in an attempt to make conversation with me, adults would ask where I had gotten my red hair.
On one occasion when I was somewhere with my mischievous father, I was presented this question and he quickly interceded. He gleefully said, “From the milkman!” Of course, I believed him so that became my standard answer until one day my Mother overheard me give it. Upon regaining her composure, she demanded knowing where I had come up with such a notion. I explained and she kindly but sternly told me not to credit our milkman with my red hair ever again.
My mum always told me to stop chewing my hair or else i would get a hairy chest! hee, hee! x
I used to believe that men went bald because they wore hats. The hats kept their heads from getting sunlight and water that hair needs to grow, kind of like plants. I told my grandpa Verl that he should take his hat off while he was outdoors and maybe he could grow his hair back. I was way too old to have thought that!
I used to believe that some people just had short hair, and some people just had long hair. I didn't realize that short hair was the result of cutting.
when i was little i had the worst habit of "eating" my hair. i would put it in my mouth and just chew on it. one day my dad told me that he heard on the news about a girl who died because she ended up having a huge hair ball in her stomach that blocked the path to other organs. this made complete sence to me and horrified me. throughout the next months i slowly decreased how much i "ate" my hair
My dad was bald. When I was really young and people would ask me what happened to my dad's hair, I used to say, "The rubbishmen took it away."