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When I was younger, my cousin was answering a question for my younger cousin on what color her hair was. I used to have light blonde hair but it had gotten darker. My cousin told the little one that her hair was blonde. I then asked what color mine was. She told me that my hair was "dirty blonde," which I thought she was saying that my hair wasn't as clean as other's hair was. I was so upset I started crying and ran into the house. My cousin had to sit me down and explain to me that "dirty blonde" was a color and that my hair was not dirty.
when i was little id be sittin on the arm of our loveseat facing the tv, looking at all the girls and wishing i was as pretty as them. i would ask god why i couldnt be like them. one of the main reasons i was so frustrated with myself was becuz i wanted no bangs like all the pretty highshcool girls did. i thought that you were either born with bangs or without..i didnt realized that they could be grown out. i thought i was an unfortunate one :(
After I seen a movie there was the part that I hated the most. It was where a scary looking girl had hair over her face (kinda like Cuz it) and then she would part her hair so you could see the eye and then she would kill you...to this day I never look at myself when I part my hair because it reminds me of the scene of the movie.
I used to believe that you could naturally have dark hair with blonde streaks.
When my mom was a kid, my grandma told her not to share hairpieces as she might catch "dandruff". "Dandruff" was my granny's word for lice, so my mom and 11 of her other syblings used to believe that dandruff was contagious. Even when my mom was older and knew that dandruff-covered hair things couldn't make your scalp flake, dear old Grandmother was contradicting logic with weirdness.
I used to think that guys lost their hair because they would eventually become a mirror.
I remember when I was about 5 years old and I wanted my mom to straighten my hair. Now being hispanic and having naturally curly hair this sometimes could be an all day process which could and would invlolve chemical relaxers. Well my mom says she would not because it took to long and she did not have the time. So I asked her to just give me a blowjob (thinking that was what you called the hair dryer)
when i was younger maybe around 4. i used to believe that an afro was a disease you got when you were older. my brother has a different type of hair than i do so his would be a 'fro and mine was just curly so i assumed since i hug around him all of the time i would eventually catch the disease. so i avoided him for a few weeks until i learned the truth
When I was around 10 I wanted to curl my hair, so I searched my mothers room for hair mousse. The only kind of mousse I could find was hair removing mousse. I just asumed that once it was mousse it would curl my hair so I put the whole bottle in my hair. Lets just say I will never make that mistake again.
I hated having a bath when I was little so to make everyone think I'd had one I used to just wet my hair with water. My Mum foiled my cunning plan but didn't let on. In the park the next day she casually mentioned how bad it was for the hair when people only wet it with water and didn't wash it properly. Well every bath time after that I remembered those words and bathed thoroughly (I wanted hair like Rapunzels). I beleived that myth until I was 14. Seems my Mum was more cunning than me!
I couldn't have been older than six when I overheard my mother debating at the hair salon whether to have them give my little sister bangs. I imagined this entailed banging her forehead until great grey lumps emerged from it. Of course I was against the idea.
I used to think that my hairs were living. I treated them like my friends. I only had 5 hairs which I named Joe, Darren, John, Sam, and Squiggle. When I realized one day they were gone, my mom told me that they weren't living. (I was 8)
My dad was a very hairy guy and when my sister was very little she asked my mom and I in a very serious tone, what animal did daddy get his "fur" from? I still get a chuckle out of it.
My brother thought that the hair above your eyes were your eyeBROWNS. Our whole family has brown hair; he'd never seen anything different.
You may know, that in Britain, soldiers wear bearskin hats at ceremonial occasions.
Up to when I was about 7 I believed that the army only recruited people with black hair and that they then formed it into this shape
When I was younger my mom used to tell me that if I went to bed with wet hair after a shower my brain would rust.
When my mother would find a tangle while brushing my hair, she would exclaim, "You have a rat in your hair!" She would then grab a nearby tissue, act as if she was wrapping the "rat" up inside it, then stuff it between the cushions of the couch. When I asked her if the rats in the couch would ever escape, she assured me that our cat would tend to them later.
When I was 'bout 4, I used to believe that
people with mullets were "in- betweeners" as in not boy nor gurl.
When I was younger, I heard my mother and my aunt talking about pubic hair and the best way to trim it. I over heard my aunt say how much hair had grown back in the last couple weeks. It was my belief for years after wards that if you trimmed your pubic hair, God would punish you by making it into the size of a bush. That way you couldn't get into your pants and everyone knew what you did.
When I was a little kid, my dad's beard had hairs that were several shades of brown, as well as some dark blond. I couldn't figure out what color it really was and somehow decided that it was green. Whenever we drew pictures of our families in kindergarten, I would always draw my dad with a green beard.