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when i was about 12 i began going through puberty and i though that when the little hairs down there started growing in that i was turning into a man. I thought only men were hairy. in addition i thought that i was going to hell cause i still liked boys and my mother said gay men went to hell.
My little 4 year old niece believes that cats come into her bedroom at night, chew some gum and stick it into her hair, which is why she always has knots in it, poor baby
When I read What's Happening to Me, a book written for kids on what happens during puberty, I thought that the name for the hair that grew under your arms and on your privates was called "public" hair. I couldn't, for the life in me, figure out why it was called public hair, when it was very clearly supposed to be private.
I used to think that everybody's hair was black and if you had blond hair, you dyed your hair.
I used to think you had to stick those pins that you stick in your hat through your scalp. That's weird.
When I was little I used to believe that the reason old ladies had blue or purple hair was because it grew that way. I don't think my mum has ever laughed as hard as the day I adamantly told her Aunty Alice's hair grew purple and she revealed it was because it was dyed.
when i was about 5, my big brother alex used to buy different cloured hair sprays. but i always thought if he sprayed some on my hair it would never, ever come out, so i would have to live my life with red, blue and green streaked hair. what i didn't know was it was temporary. so when alex asked me if i wanted my hair a different colour, i screamed and ran out of his room and told my mum that he was trying to make my hair blue and green and it would never come off!
But a few years later, i would buy my own cans of hair spray and do my hair lots of wacky colours!
When I was about 5 I cut my eyelashes with a pair of scissors - my mother scolded me and told me that if I did that again my eyelashes would grow & grow really long .... That night I had a nightmare about re-cutting my eyelashes over and over again & I woke up crying. My mother comforted me saying " Mummy is sorry she lied to you, she will never lie to you again, eyelashes dont re-grow like that, I am sorry."
When I was in seventh grade, I had my first boyfriend. We were in science class one day, and I noticed that a strand of my hair had fallen out. He quickly took it and placed it on his head, then proceded to attempt to answer a difficult question, only to be devistated when he could not answer it correctly. I was a better student than he was, and he was convinced that putting a strand of someone else's hair on your head, you would gain their intelligence!
When I was little (About 5 - 12), my dad always told me that I had a 'cow lick'. For the longest time, he told me I had one because the cows licked me when I was little...
I was visiting my neighbors. My neighbor was shaving and put some aftershave on my cheeks. A little joke to him but a major problem to me.
I was sure I would grow a beard within a day!
I used to believe that you could curl your hair by twirling a strand of hair wrapped around your finger
When i was around five, there was a photo in the newspaper of a small boy whose entire body was covered in hair. When I asked my mom why he was like that, she told me that it was because he whined too much! I spent the next few years terrified of whining!! I would burst into tears after every time i whined and would be afraid of turning into some kind of hairy monster!
when i was a child my father told me his mustache was ticklish so I wouldn't really tickle him. I believed him until i was 10.
When my fiancee was a little boy, he asked his father why he was bald. His father told him that one day he was peeing and his hair just fell off into the toilet. This horrified his son, so for a few years after that, he would put his hand on top of his head to hold his hair on while using the bathroom.
i used to believe peeps with curly hair had a 3rd ear wich they can read peep's minds
My dad had jet black hair, and as he got older, a white streak appeared in it, as he got more and more grey hair. when i asked him why this was he told me, as a joke, that it was because he had been painting the ceiling white, got paint stuck in his hair and couldn't get it out. i believed him for a long time and kept trying to pull the white paint off.
When I was 3 years old my family had just returned to live in the USA after being based overseas and so 'getting to know' my nearest relatives was the first thing we did. My Uncle then only in his early 30's who loved kids usually wore a hat or none at all revealing his baldness when he visited with us or when we visited him at the Grandparents. Well, one day we went to visit and he comes bouncing in and couldn't wait to pick me up but this time he looked different, he had a toupee on, something I hadn't seen before and based on what my mother says I gave him a very strange and curious look, reached out to touch his hair and then he, always a joker, pulled it off while playfully asking:"What's that?" and laughing at first my mother says I paused for a while and said "That's a Hair Hat!" So it was a 'Hair Hat' to me for many months only because it was a family 'joke.' My Uncle loved to tell that story whenever people with parents with toddlers were around and probably still does.
When I was little, to discourage me from sticking out my tongue, my mother told me that it was attached to my hair, and that my hair would get shorter every time I stuck it out. I really liked long hair ... still do. To this day, I don't stick out my tongue!
i used to think that my dad would shave in the mornings and then at night he would put them back on just to shav them off again.