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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!
My little brother used to believe that after getting a hair cut you shouldn't take a shower/bath right away because it would make his hair grow faster
I used to belive that having short hair would make you smaller. I still have long hair, but now I know that short hair doesn't make you smaller.
I used to think that if you used shampoo/conditioner to wash anywhere else in your body besides your hair, you would grow hair in that area.
When I was younger I used to think toothpaste made you bald
My uncle (who is bald on top) once told me--when I asked him why he was--that he had run holding a stick. I was skeptical, but thought he was possibly right, but there was no way I was giving up the imaginary midevel wars with my friends. Running while holding a stick figured prominently in these games.
I thought that pubic hair was called public hair. The word inventors were making it a joke because it's supposed to be private.
i use to believe that shampoo for "dry" hair meant you didnt need water; it was a failed attempt when i tried it out but my mom thought it was cute.
when i was young like 7 i accidentally used conditioner before shampoo and washed my hair that way, when i realized what i had done i freaked out and thought my hair would fall out :)
I used to believe that you had to be blonde to be dumb because that's what everyone used to call me, and I was blonde.
I used to think that black people had hair made of yarn.
I also used to think that anyone could grow a beard if they wanted to - even women. I didn't know that beardless people shaved - I just assumed if you wanted a beard, one would grow, and if you didn't want one, it wouldn't grow.
When my brother was little, he was terrified of hair, especially wet hair, since, as you all know, wet hair sticks to you and is especially hard to get rid of. He used to cry everytime he had a back because he believed that the wet hair (which he believed was alive) was going to get him.
My mom is a hairdresser and when I was 6 I asked her what a coulick was and before she could answer I said is coulick where a cow licked your belly when I was in it.
I used to believe that tangled hair really had rats in it.
My 4 year old was really nervous at her first professional hair cut. With a little prodding I discovered that she belived that the length of your hair determined whether you were a boy or a girl. She was afraid she would turn into a boy if they cut her hair too short.
...i had and still have a "cow's lick" and was told that at birth a big cow came in and licked my forehead and thus my hair...i cannot rememeber if it puzzled me, frightened me, amazed me, but i have been fascinated with cows ever since...my son has an even bigger "cow's lick" than i had but he didn't buy the story AT all when i told him why...children nowadays are way smarter than what we were in the 70's! :)
I had blonde hair when I was little, and I believed that people with brown or black hair had dirty hair and just needed to wash it to turn it back to blonde.
My aunt once told my cousin and I that if we chewed on our hair too much, one long strand would grow out of our throats forever. I must have believed that until I was at least 11 years old.
I was 10, and my brother who was 7 convinced me that the little hairs by my ears were called hashbrowns. One morning, mom was brushing my hair for school and I yelled, "Stop! You're ripping my hashbrowns out!"
She laughed at me and told me they were called sideburns. I confronted my brother later, with every intent on beating him for making me look stupid. He said, "Well, I knew they were either called hashbrowns or sideburns. Hashbrowns made more sense."
I was inclined to agree. Even today, my family calls them hashbrowns.
My mom told me that if I chewed on my hair, mites would get in it at night.