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I used to believe eating the crusts from sandwiches would make my hair curly.
I used to kiss my dad goodnight on his (bald)head as my mum said it would make his hair grow back. It never did! Funny that!
When I was younger, my grandpa used to have us kids take turns rubbibg his bald head. He told us that it would make his hair grow. He would have a few strands left on his head and in a couple days he would say "LOOK! You kids are helping grandpas hair grow!"
What a way to get a free head rub!
My granny told me that hair was the dead roots of your brain! I believed this for many years and once mistakingly mentioned it to my hairdresser who nearly died laughing (along with the rest of the salon)
My mom took me to the hairdresser when I was little to get a trim. My mom pulled me in a corner after my trim and asked if I wanted to grow bangs. I looked at her and said "But mom, wouldn't it take to long?" and she looked at me in a very confused way. She didn't know that I thought the term "grow" bangs meant that you had to sprinkle your head with "bang" seeds and water them until they "grow".
You may know, that in Britain, soldiers wear bearskin hats at ceremonial occasions.
Up to when I was about 7 I believed that the army only recruited people with black hair and that they then formed it into this shape
I used to believe that for every hair you had on your head, it represented some sort of memory from your past or present. It didn't have to be all good or prominant memories; just a little something that you could clearly remember. So I thought that if you pulled each hair off of your head, you could tell a different story for each one you pulled off.
When i was a kid, i used to think that my dads moustache grew out of his nostrils
I used to think that there was one hair on your body—I wasn't sure where—that was connected to your entire inside, and if you pulled it hard enough you'd pull your insides out.
I have no idea why I thought this, but I still think about it sometimes.
I have to give credit to my 3 year old daughter for this one.
I was in a restroom stall with her at a department store, making sure she took care of business and didn't play around. As she was finishing up and I was gathering our things, I failed to notice her peering under the wall into the stall next to us. She asked me "Mom, is this a girls' bathroom or a boys' bathroom?" Without even thinking, I replied that it was a girl's restroom. She then proceeded to ask. loudly, "Why does that lady have all that hair on her legs like Daddy?" I wanted to flush myself down the toilet.
I used to believe hair had flavors from the ages or 8-9. Black is coffee, Brown is chocolate, Blond is Banana, and Red is cherry or raspberry. When I was 9 (I'm 11) when I found out the truth. "Mom, can I taste your chocolate hair?" ended it.
I used to believe that if you found a piece of hair in your mouth that it was a piece of one of your dead ancestor's hair.
I used to believe moustaches were just really long nose hair
My mom used to tell me that I had to brush my hair every morning because tangle fairies came in at night and tied knots in it.
When i was little i used to chew the ends of my hair(gross i know!) and my mum used to te me that if i did it my hair would turn in to snakes in my tummy and eat me insides. i dont think i ever did it again.
my mum used to tell my sister and i that if we went to be with wet hair we'd get lockjaw. i'm still not quite sure what lockjaw is, but i stopped believing her when i was about 15. i think my sister still refuses to wash her hair before going to bed...
I used to believe that my head was filled with hair waiting to grow.
My dad had jet black hair, and as he got older, a white streak appeared in it, as he got more and more grey hair. when i asked him why this was he told me, as a joke, that it was because he had been painting the ceiling white, got paint stuck in his hair and couldn't get it out. i believed him for a long time and kept trying to pull the white paint off.
When i was little I belived that shampo made your hair grow so when I was little and me and my sister were taking a bath together she was rubbing shampoo on her arm and I said to her 'Why do you wanna make your arm hair grow?!'
When I was little, my mother told me that if I didn't wash all of the shampoo out of my hair, all my hair would fall out and I would be bald. I assumed this to mean forever. I believed this for longer than I should have.