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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.
When I was young and my mom would wash my hair during bathtime, she would sing this song that said "I'm gonna wash that man right out of your hair". For years, I was convinced I had a man living in my hair who would get washed away during bathtime, but kept coming back.
When my son was in Kindergarten he suddenly turned into Howard Huges - washing his hands so frequently that they became raw and chaffed. I asked him about it and he wouldn't give me a good reason for doing it so I put a limit on hand washing. He then started wearing his leather baseball gloves night and day - which was weird but I allowed it at home.
About a year later he finally confessed that a librarian at his former school told his class about a girl who often chewed on her hair. Because the girl swallowed some hair in the process, it created a massive hairball in her stomach and killed her. My son then became terrified that if he swallowed even one single hair (human, cat, stuffed animal, whatever) that he would die.
Before emigrating to America in 1952 at age 8 as a WWII refugee with my family, I really knew nothing about Indians in the U.S. -- that is, until I saw a Western movie in the camp we eventually shipped out from. Not knowing better, I thought the Indians actually had feathers growing out of their heads.
My dad has always had a really long embarrassing hippy haircut. When I was a kid I used to think that other people's dads were bald because my dad had stolen all their hair!
I used to believe that female singers who wore hair exntensions had magical shampoo that grew out and shortened there hair when they wanted to.
I used to believe that if you cut your hair it would make it grow faster.