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When I was little, I believed the tangles in your hair were called Peeps and when my mom brushed my hair she would tell me she could see all the Peeps picking up there furniture and moving out of my hair. Now, looking back on it, I'm kinda afraid that was her way of telling me I had lice.
when i was little i thought that when i went swimming and my hair pated down i thought that it ment that my hair was growing super fast and i wouldnt go into the water for a while cause i thought that since girls had long hair that if i let my hair grow to long then id become a girl and my brothers were cruel anough to play along with this silly little thing
Up until I was about 15 I believed that my Grandfather's hair was bleached white by acid rain. I still can't go out in the rain without feeling paranoid (I have dark brown hair, and I'd like to keep it that way).
When i was little, my grandpa told me that his hair fell out because when he was a little boy he put curlers in his hair and made them too tight.
My mom used to tell me when I was in preschool that if you chewed your hair that it would turn into worms. So I stopped doing it, and every time I would see other kids doing it, I would laugh to myself and think...wow that's gonna be gross.
my uncle was hurt in an accident when he was a kid, and now there's no hair where he had to have surgery on his head. until i was about 14 i believed his story of how he made a go-cart that was so fast it blew all his hair off.
My mom(and best friend forever) used to tell me that if I kept sucking on my hair i would get worms in my stomach... dont ask...
I used to think that jewish men wore "kippots" or "yarmulkes" to cover their bald spots..
When I was little I used to think that my hair could feel. I remember having long arguments about it with my sister.
I used to take my bath with my older sister. Our favourite game was to pretend to shave ourselves with soap and our father's razor blade, the security cap on of course. Once, I tried the blades on my arm without the cap, but my sister got so scared that I could do it again and injure myself, that she told me thtat if I shaved my hair once again, it would grow very long and I would turn into a beast. And my mother confirmed. Scary, all the more that I started to feel bumps on my forehead, and thought there was horns growing...
I used to think that mustaches were just really long nose hairs.
When i was little i thought my grandpa had a bald spot because he never brushed his hair, being afraid that my hair would fall out i always brushed my hair at least 5 times a day.
When my sister and I were small children, our mother had let our hair grow very long. Every morning, we would go through the horrific pain of mother brushing the sleep induced tangles out of our long locks. Mother told us that at night while we sleep, rats make nests in our hair causing the thick, matted tangles. For many many nights, I would stay awake late in hopes of catching the little bastards who caused me so much pain in the morning.
My mom took me to the hairdresser when I was little to get a trim. My mom pulled me in a corner after my trim and asked if I wanted to grow bangs. I looked at her and said "But mom, wouldn't it take to long?" and she looked at me in a very confused way. She didn't know that I thought the term "grow" bangs meant that you had to sprinkle your head with "bang" seeds and water them until they "grow".
At ages 4-6 since all the kings in my pack of playing cards had beards, I logically assumed that all men with beards were kings.
My mother has a story she loves to tell everyone about me. I don't remember this, but she says when I was really little I was afraid to get my hair cut. She claims I was telling her, "No Mommy, it'll hurt my hairs! It'll hurt my hairs!"
i used to beleive that you could move your hair (like you move your muscles)to style it, and i thought my hair muscle was paralyzed because i couldnt get my hair to move.
i used to think that, as i would grow older, my hair would become all curly like my grandma...
I used to believe that everyone's hair grew continuously. Mom always kept me and Sis's hair cut short. I used to imagine how long it would get once I was out on my own and could let it really grow. When I did, I was surprised (and disappointed) to finally learn the truth. Me and Sis were so certain we were being "deprived". Turned out neither of us had much hair to grow anyway!
When I was younger, my mother told me that she had to go over and color my grandmother's hair, and that I couldn't go. I was desperate to be involved, so i got out my box of Crayolas and asked my mom, "Now can I go? I can help color grandma's hair!".