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I used to believe that my reflection in the mirror was my evil twin that always had bad hair. XD
i used to constantly chew on my hair untill one day my parents told me that it will get wrapped around a taste bud (i know that happens) but after i thanked them because i had an epiphany that all along while i was chewing my hair strands were coming off in my mouth and had began to form a HUGE ball in my stomach that was making me sick! later on in life i realized that it was just the flu
when my daughter was much younger she used to beleive there was nothing but hair in her head
When I was 6 years old. I used to believe that if you let your hair grow out long that it would cover your whole body like a chimp. I don't know why I believed it, but it did make be think that big foot was just some guy who never cut his hair.
Being the weird child I was, I used to eat my arm hair. (I know, pretty gross right?) Anyway, either my mom or my brother told me that if I kept doing that, it would start to grow in my stomach and become a tree...not really sure what their logic was behind that, but seeing as how I didn't really want to be torn apart by a tree inside my stomach, I stopped.
When I was 3 I belived that if you pulled your hair you would deflate and you could crawl under the covers of your bed and nobody would know you where their.
For a few weeks (when I was around 14!), I doubted the existance of people with red hair. It just seemed like, whenever I thought about it, there was no one with red hair around me at the time.
I used to believe that nose hairs were the other end of hairs on top of your head.
When I was a kid, my father told me that his thinning hairline was caused by flying fish that used to leap out of the ocean and bite out a few strands as he caught the ferry to work every day. I was 23 when I realised that this couldn't possibly be true!
My Granny once told me, to stop me sucking my hair, that all the hair you sucked made a big ball in your stomach and eventually it would kill you. She said that once a girl had died and a huge ball of hair was in her stomach, and the put it in horniman museum, near the stuffed animals.
I never sucked my hair after that, but i always looked for the ball of hair when we went to hornimans museum. Obviously it was never there, but i still believed her! Its only now that i realise how silly that sounds!
i used to believe that cowlicks were like salt licks, only for domesticated animals.
When I was in the 3rd grade we had neighbors whose children had really red hair. They also ate katchup on everything and I mean everything. I asked Mom if that they had red hair because they ate lots of ketchup?
when i was like 6 i thought only little kids my age could have long hair. dumb....lol
when i was about 3 i thohgt evey time i brush my hair my hair would grow as long as rapunzles.when i was 5 i figard out that it`s not going to happen!
I don't remember this, but when i was little i had really long hair. My friend told me that she asked me how i got my hair so long, and apparently i told her to go outside and put it down the drain. I was a strange young child.
I used to believe that for every hair you had on your head, it represented some sort of memory from your past or present. It didn't have to be all good or prominant memories; just a little something that you could clearly remember. So I thought that if you pulled each hair off of your head, you could tell a different story for each one you pulled off.
I used to think hair was a plant that grew on your head, i used to pull strands of hair out and try to find the seeds, I thought that one day I'd find them and sell then to bald people and get rich.
When I was little I thought coloured people had white pubic hair because white people had dark pubic hair.
Crazy I know!!!
I used to put hair grease on my arms and legs when I was younger, and I believed/ and still do, that the hair grease made the hair on my arms and legs grow.
When my Mom washed my hair, she used to sing "I'm going to wash that man right out of your hair....". So here I visioned a little man with a tiny house in my hair, never knowing how he got there. I always felt sorry for the little man being washed away down the drain and often wondered what he did when he got down there. How come I never saw this little man? I always looked for him.. As this was repeated often during bathtimes I also wondered how the little man always got back into my hair from the drain!