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I used to believe that moustaches were actually just long flowing nose hair. I thought it was rather disgusting.
I used to believe that getting grey hair was the warning that the lifetime's supply of hair in your head was running out. (A bit like a roll of tape in a cash register turns a different colour to let you know it's nearly all gone).
Our grandfather told us, to be able to grow hair on your chest you had to rub duck poo over yourself. It just so happened our grandparents kept ducks, so my brothers went out to the yard and came back to proudly show nana what they done.
I used to believe that in order to get rid of bangs (fringes) you had to shave them off. It never occurred to me that you just had to let them grow out. Unfortunately, I realized this AFTER shaving my bangs off!
My uncle Michael was bald and I remember asking him where his hair was. He replied that it had blown off one day in the wind and it was in the tree in the garden at the front of the house. I used to always look into the tree to see if I could find his hair for him so he could put it back on his head. Even when I grew older and I knew it wasn't true, I couldn't get out of the habit of looking up at the tree every time I passed it, subconsciously searching for his hair.
i used to beleive that you could move your hair (like you move your muscles)to style it, and i thought my hair muscle was paralyzed because i couldnt get my hair to move.
At ages 4-6 since all the kings in my pack of playing cards had beards, I logically assumed that all men with beards were kings.
When my fiancee was a little boy, he asked his father why he was bald. His father told him that one day he was peeing and his hair just fell off into the toilet. This horrified his son, so for a few years after that, he would put his hand on top of his head to hold his hair on while using the bathroom.
When I read What's Happening to Me, a book written for kids on what happens during puberty, I thought that the name for the hair that grew under your arms and on your privates was called "public" hair. I couldn't, for the life in me, figure out why it was called public hair, when it was very clearly supposed to be private.
When I was only a few years old I saw a bald man and asked my mother where his hair was as I never recalled seeing a bald person before this, and she told me he had lost his hair, so for several years after that I believed that anyone who had "lost their hair" had a wig of their hair hiding behind their stereo or under a chair in their house and they just couldn't find it, and I always wanted to go home with them to help look for it.
When I was about 4 I saw a little boy in pre-school that had orange, spiky hair and everyone was calling him "Torch." I automaticly thought his head was on fire! So I took my cup of juice (we were eating lunch) and threw it on his head!
i used to believe that babies were dumb because their heads were only filled with hair. as they grew hair it made more room for things to be learned, and by the time they got to be old people and balding, it was because they had finally pushed all the hair out by totally filling thier heads with things learned.
When I was a kid, I wondered why they called it "public hair" when it was so private.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old we had a milkman who had red hair. Also, even though my parents were blond and brunette, I had bright red hair. Occasionally, in an attempt to make conversation with me, adults would ask where I had gotten my red hair.
On one occasion when I was somewhere with my mischievous father, I was presented this question and he quickly interceded. He gleefully said, “From the milkman!” Of course, I believed him so that became my standard answer until one day my Mother overheard me give it. Upon regaining her composure, she demanded knowing where I had come up with such a notion. I explained and she kindly but sternly told me not to credit our milkman with my red hair ever again.
I used to think that if I did not put copious amounts of vaseline on my eyebrows they would blow off. I must have looked like some sort of a nut with my greasy brows and pigtails! My parents never stopped me...what were they thinking?
When my sis was about 3 years old, she was rubbing our mother's unshaven leg. She asked "What are these?" and my mom answered "Stubbles." My sister said "Do they bite?" We still crack up over it 30 years later.
i was afraid to use my dad's hairbrush because i thought it would give me gray hairs.
When I was really small I had a horror of beards. I thought if a man failed to shave for a day or two, he'd be hopelessly caught in a tangle of hair, and like Bluto in the Popeye cartoons, would become an evil bully. I thought the two worst things about being male were 1) getting drafted, and 2) shaving.
I used to believe that my hair grew out of my head from a tightly wound store of it lodged within my skull - I couldn't work out how it stayed away from your eyes on the inside. I also believed that finger nails were already formed in the fingers but stayed soft until they were exposed to air (had they not worked like that then the fingers and wrists would have been rigid - or so I supposed).
When i was about five, i asked my mum why i couldn't feel my hair and she said that it was because it was made out of dead cells. a year or so later i found out that alcohol killed brain cells. I figured that hair must be those dead brain cells killed by alcohol so if you wanted long hair you should get drunk alot.