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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.
I never knew that hair grew in areas besides your head, legs, and arms.
One day, as I'm on the toilet I notice hair growing down there. Not only did it scare me, I thought I was the only one in the world who had that problem.
When a boy gets a haircut, some of the hair falls into the collar of his shirt. If he doesn't take a shower within a certain amount of time after the haircut, he will be plagued with chest hair when he becomes a man.
I knew that both men and women grew hair in their armpits. I thought both sexes shaved. It's just that it was a rule that men's armpit hairs grow that much faster.
my brother used to tell me that if i didn't eat a lot of butter, my hair would fall out. i would eat butter by itself.
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.