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When I was little, my mom had a fall, kind of like a small wig or hair extentions, and she kept it in a drawer. I thought it was a mongoose and was completely terrified of it. I was a handful and my older sister watched me everyday while mom was at work. If I got too out of hand, my sister would threaten to get the mongoose out of the drawer. I would scream and cry and beg her not too. After the threat, I was always good as gold. It still freaks me out.
My dad was bald. When I was really young and people would ask me what happened to my dad's hair, I used to say, "The rubbishmen took it away."
My 4 year old son used to check every morning if I had properly shaved my beard. So, one day I asked him why he was so concerned ... and he told me that "you'll age and ... die if you let your beard grow"
I used to believe that my reflection in the mirror was my evil twin that always had bad hair. XD
I spent a lot of time on my grandparent's ranch as a little girl. My mom would brush my hair and I would ask about the way my hair grew funny in a few places. She told me they were my callicks. I thought she was saying "cow licks." I thought mothers took their babies out to the pasture, held them up Lion King style, and let the cow lick it's head, which would impact the way the babies hair grew in. I believed this until I was 6 and asked my mom if we could take my baby sister to see the cows...
I used to believe only certain men grew beards, not all of them.
My Aunt used to tell me that if I went to sleep with my hair wet (from taking a bath/shower), I would become blind.
I was visiting my neighbors. My neighbor was shaving and put some aftershave on my cheeks. A little joke to him but a major problem to me.
I was sure I would grow a beard within a day!
When I was little (About 5 - 12), my dad always told me that I had a 'cow lick'. For the longest time, he told me I had one because the cows licked me when I was little...
I used to believe that whatever a lady's hair color was when she was pregnant would be the color of the baby's hair. I planned on dying my hair so that I could have blond, brunette, and redhead children.
I used to believe that some people just had short hair, and some people just had long hair. I didn't realize that short hair was the result of cutting.
When I was little I thought the reason my grandfather was bald was because he rode on a motorcycle really fast with no helmet and all of his hair fell out in one swooooop!
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.
I used to think that jewish men wore "kippots" or "yarmulkes" to cover their bald spots..
I thought men with moustaches were very brave. Since the moustache hair came directly out of thier nostrials, they had a more difficult time breathing than a man with no facial hair. Beards stayed in place with Elmer's glue.
When my best friend Emma and I were around 6 we saw on TV a hairspray in a gold bottle and the lady said that you couldn't go a day without wearing it or your hair would look bad, I told Emma that we had a gold spray bottle in the bathroom and we should try it. We were 6 and didn't read yet so we just started spraying only to be told that it was my dad's spray deodorant. Our mom's told us that our hair would fall out (probably just to scare us) but we believed them and went to stole every single one of my big sister's hats to get ready for when we were bald. We refused to go anywhere with out a hat just in case a chunk fell out while were were out. This went on until a few weeks later when I told my grandpa that I would be bald like him soon and he set me straight.
When I was 3, I got a lollipop stuck in my hair. I decided to fix the problem myself. So as I sat down to watch "Mr. Roger's" on TV, I began cutting the candy out. Half-an-hour later I realized I had completely cut all my blonde ringlets off on one side of my head. Scared, I quickly gathered all the hair off the floor and stuffed it under my bed. I was sure that if my mom didn't see the missing hair, she wouldn't notice.....
after she began screaming, I was shocked to find out that she did notice. apparantly the half-bald head gave it away....
You know blondes when they swim in clorine for a long time their hair turns green!? Well, I believed that brunettes hair turned purple with too much clorine! weird!
When we were younger, my brother and I would fight and my mom would always tell us that we made her so mad she wanted to pull her hair out. Until I got older, I would see the hair in the shower drain and think that my mom actually WAS pulling her hair out because we made her so mad!
I used to believe several things about hair, so I'm just going to combine them all into one post:
-When I was three or four, I wanted to grow my hair longer, and I believed that tipping my head back would magically make it grow.
-Until I was five or so, I believed that ponytails were prosthetic devices for girls and women with short hair, that had to be purchased at some special store, and removed every night.
-Until I was five or six, I believed that I could cut my dolls' hair, and it would grow back like mine did (I don't remember ever testing this theory, though).
-I believed that clowns were just born with Technicolour afros, or yarn pigtails or mop tops, or whatever they had.
-Until I was about, oh, maybe thirteen, I believed that there was a correlation between the colour of the hair on people's heads, and their pubic hair.....so, a red-headed person would have red pubic hair. This myth was disproven during a game of "Truth or Dare" at camp.