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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.
As a young child, I believd that the colour of a person's hair indicated the time of day that they born. Blondes were born in the morning, brunettes in the afternoon & evening and black haired people were born at night. Redheads were born only when the sky was red - that's why there weren't so many of them.
I used to chew my hair a lot (not sure why...), until an older friend of mine told me that you shouldn't chew your hair because if you swallowed too many hairs you'd get a hairball in your stomach, and have to have surgery to get it removed.
I woke my dad up that night crying because I'd swallowed a hair and thought I was going to have to have surgery...
I used to hold my hand over my hair whenever i left the house and it was windy incase my hair blew away
When I was young I strongly believed that white people SHOULD NOT shave off all their hair or they would die. It was because I had never seen a bold-headed white person before, I saw very little of white paople then.
When we were kids, my older sister and I would take our bath together. And our favorite game was to "shave" foam off our backs with our dad's razor, the cap on obviously. But once, I used the razor on my arm without the cap. So as to prevent me from doing it again, my sister told me that I would turn into a very hairy monster. She even convinced me that horns were growing as she was speaking to me, I could feel them!
I called my mother for help, asking her to tell my sister that it wasn't true but my mum confirmed my sister's theory... The following night, I stayed awake, waiting for my body to transform into a beast.
I used to think that doing a haircut is easy, and letting a trained hairdresser do it is simply a social ritual. The truth revealed when I tried to cut my little sister's hair.
When I was little I used to be best friends with this black girl. She used to get weaves put in her hair and her mom would melt the ends to keep them from coming undone if they were braided. So for the longest time I always thought that black people's hair could be melted!
When I was Little My Father used To Tell me that if I washed my stomache to much it would grow lots of hair and look like his. (he was a very hairy guy), I Was Horrified consideirng I was a 4 year old little girl.
i used to think that when you chewed on ur the ends of your hair if you accidently swallowed a peice it would go to your heart and rap around it so tight that your heart would explode.
I used to believe there were creatures living in my pillow called snarlies that made the tangles in my hair while I was sleeping. My parents told me this.
I used to believe bobby pins were named after my father.
if you bite or chew on yor hair, you would get worms
When I was three or four, I used to think that every part of your body that can move had bones in it. So, I thought that all of my hairs had tiny individual bones in them like they were small tails.