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i used to belive that if you had blond hair and you married a person with red your children would have pink hair
I used to believe that men who had lots of facial hair were covering up the fact that they didn't have any chins. I used to be afraid of hugging my uncle, or accidentally reaching up into his beard because I thought I'd find something unpleasant!
When I was very little, I used to believe that the difference between boys and girls was the length of the hair. One time I saw a picture of my aunt when she was little and she had short hair, and I said to my mom, "Oh, was that when Aunt Bridget used to be a boy?"
I used to believe that bald men had hair where their skin should be and skin where their hair should be.
I had a strange picture in my head of a yeti-type thing; hair covering all of his body except on his scalp, armpits and beard.
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 thought that pubic hair was called public hair. The word inventors were making it a joke because it's supposed to be private.
When I was younger, I never brushed my hair. Now, when I was younger, I had this uncle who was incredibly bald. (Actually, he's still alive, and still quite bald.) My parents told me that when he was younger, he never brushed his hair, so it all fell out, and that mine would too. Needless to say, my hair brushing increased exponentially.
When my sis was two years old, she used to believe that the hair strands that was on the house floor were hers.
She would carefully pick them up and put them on her head so that she wouldn't go bald. :)
When I was about three or four I noticed my dad's hair looked like Mickey Mouse's to me. (The fact is that he had and still has a receding hairline.) Anyway, I sat on his lap and started petting the balding head. Very innocently I asked him "Daddy, why do you shave the front of your hair off?" And my mom who was in the room almost fell over laughing. My dad wasn't too pleased.
I am now 13 and they still mention it from time to time.
I was a very strange child!
When I was younger, I used to think that moustaches were just very long nose hairs.
i used to believe that bald people were evil
I used to believe each hair was a tiny tube with liquid in it, like ink. As you got older, the ink leaked out or got sucked into your head somehow, and that's why old people had grey hair.
When I was little, my mother told me that if I chewed on my hair, it would turn green because of a special shampoo she bought. I believed her for many years.
i used to believe that there were thousands of tiny elves in your head that hold on to each of your hair strands, and when you pull a hair out its tiny white elf gloves came with it. hence the little white spot on the bottom of a hair.
I used to be really scared when my parents would open the windows on our car as we were driving, I was absolutely convinced the wind would blow my hair off! I would hold my hair and cry till they closed the windows.
My sister told me that when you add water to hair, the hair turns into a water worm. She even demonstrated by plucking off a piece of my hair and turning the tap on in the sink. Lo and behold the hair started squirming! I didn't bathe for two weeks because I didnt want my hair to turn into hundreds of water worms!
A friend once told me that if I put garlic on my face I would grow more facial hair. I did it for a week until I realized it just burned really really bad and no hair grew.
When I was three I knew that "brains" were what made you smart and made you think, but I did not know WHAT they were. I thought they were special strands of your hair and I was afraid to have my hair cut because I did not want them cutting my brains short! *LOL*
When I was 4 or 5 years old, my dad wore a mustache. Sometimes my sister and I would get up on the weekends and hang out in my parent's bedroom with them to watch cartoons. Occasionally, my dad's mustache would be missing. He always told us that it fell off while he was sleeping. We would look all over the bed, under the pillows, etc. trying to find it. It wasn't until I was about 10 that I realized that he got up in the morning and shaved before my sister and I had gotten up. I hadn't thought about too much before then, I just accepted it as a fact that mustaches could fall off at night.
When I was a kid, a lady came into our class to check all of our heads for lice. She explained what they looked like so we all understood. When I got home that night, my Dad was getting ready to put on my Grandpa's winter hat, when I stopped him, because Grandpa had lice. As it turns out, Grandpa had dandruff.