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When I was younger, I thought that since people's hair turned gray/white when they aged, then their skin would also lighten as well. Consequently, I thought that when I got old that my hair would turn gray and that my skin wuold become pale.
When I was little I saw a man with massive stiff dreadllocks tied back in a ponytail.
I had never seen dreadlocks before and I thought he had put branches in his hair.
I used to believe that if you found a piece of hair in your mouth that it was a piece of one of your dead ancestor's hair.
When i was like 6 i used to believe that aftershave made you grow hair. me and a friend put some on our face and freaked out because we thought we saw a hair.
after my mom told me I had strawberry blonde hair - I used to look for the strawberries after I got a haircut
When I was little my mom had blonde hair and my dad had black. So, I thought everybody who had blonde hair was a girl and everybody who had black hair was a guy. Anybody who had any other hair color was an alien.
I used to believe that moustaches were overgrown nostril hairs.
when I was little I used to see people with long, flowy, shiny hair and wanted mine like theirs. So I mixed my moms hair products together to attempt to make a magical pretty hair potion, and put it all over my hair. I actaully thought it worked for a while there untill I noticed it was actually dulling and makind my hair a sticky mess. My mother found out I was wasting her hair products and I got in trouble and stopped the potion makeing. I can't belive I used to Belive in magical hair concoctions.
I used to believe that hair was only for men, and girls wore wigs
I used to believe that little girl's pony tails were crooked because their parents were terrible at fixing hair. Now that I have a daughter, I realize it is because she WON'T SIT STILL!
I used to believe that your hair had an actual "part" line on the top of your head, because my mother would tell me to sit still so she could find the part. As soon as I was old enough to brush my own hair and see that my whole scalp was the same, I realized I'd been taken ;)
I used to think i had the beginning stages of cancer as a little kid, because when I would wash my hair a little of my hair fell out. I guess I thought this because all the people i knew who had cancer had all there hair fall out. I didnt realize it was the treatment not the cancer that made hair fall out.
I used to think people got armpit hair for each bad thing they did. So I thought Richard Simmons was an evil men and threw away my mum's workout tapes to save her.
I used to think that when a hair fell out of your har and than you ate it, it would grow back.
when I was little my dolls heads had little holes where the hair came out. One day while sitting brushing my mothers hair I asked her where's all the holes? I thought that was how hair was supposed to look.
I used to believe my head was big because I would get comments about it. Only to later be told that it wasnt my head but my hair which is naturally thick and curly. ;-D
When i was 5 or 6 my Mom and Grandma told me that the longer your hair was in water the longer it would grow. I would set in the tub with my head under the fauset forever anxiously waiting for my hair to grow long and beatiful. My hair was very long (not from the water) so i thought it was working.I told my cousin, who was 4 and had short hair, why my hair was so long and she would come over and me would sit in the tub with our little swim suits on waiting for our hair to grow. My mom and my aunt soon got annoyed with the obsesive hair and water deal so they said it dosnt work but we didnt believe them so they had only 1 choice. they told us that if you have too much water in your hair our hair would fall out. We freaked out and we would always scream in horrer when our moms tried giving us a bath. So we stoped taking baths for a while.
Men grew beards and mustages from drinking and smoking
When I was about the age of 7 or 8 I loved vinigar (and tons of it) on my homemade french fries that my grandma would make me when I came over. My grandpa told me that if I kept eating so much vinigar i would grow a beard. So that night I sat in front of the mirror in their bathroom for hours making sure I wasn't growing a beard. Then my grandma finally made him tell me the truth because I came out crying scared of growing a beard. Before he told me the truth he told me I could always be a bearded woman in a circus, and I cryed harder. Thats when he told me the truth.
I had a book about puberty when I was little that said how you go pubic hair without explaining what it was. It also had a series of pictures of girls getting older, but in it the girl in the picture's hair went from dark to light. I was convinced pubic hair meant your hair went blonde, no matter how much my mum tried to convince me the pictures in the book were of different girls. That fear was my most traumatising thing about puberty. That there were grown ups with dark hair didn't seem to penetrate at the time.