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I was about five or so when I asked my dad what that mark on the back of his neck was. He told me it was a mole. For a while, I believed that mark used to be a mole (rodent) that attached to my father's neck one day
i believed that if your mole came off you would bleed to death
When I was little my brother told me that he learned in health class that you have 3 layers of skin I thought that meant if I skinned my knee to many times riding my bike that I would run out of skin and have to wear band-aids for the rest of my life, so I was extra carefull from then on.
When I was like 6 I went to a gym/club with my mom. There were these tanning booths, and I asked what they were, and my mom told me they made people dark- I don't remember if she said dark, or black, but I always thought after that that there was a machine someone could go in if they wanted to turn black.
I have this birthmark on my arm that looks like a brown blotch, not a puffy freaky hairy thing, that with a little imagination looks like the jet engine on the wing of an airplane when viewed at lets say a 3/4 angle. When I was real young, maybe 4-5 years old, I used to think it was a design or blueprint for some weird gizmo of sorts that I never knew the purpose for. I hid it from people back then, not because of that though it might've been the secondary reason, I still prefer not to show it to this very day (you wouldn't believe how many people dunno what a birthmark is nowadays and ask or give weird looks).
My grandfather once told me that you got rid of warts by rubbing a potato on it and buring the potato in the backyard. I believed him.
When I was really little, probably about 5, I remember the thought crossing my mind that maybe black people were boys and white people were girls. Then I remembered my Dad wasn't black and blew my whole theory.
I overheard my mother saying one day that a person with tatoos was "wild" We had many feral cats in our barn and my grandmother was always telling me to leave them alone, they were "wild" and would scratch me. I became convinced that people with tatoos would scratch, hiss and bite if you got too close to them.
My mum used to call my freckles beauty spots when I was little, and I always thought they were called that - I thought they must make me more beautiful!
When i was littl emy mom told me thats zits were something you get if you lie to someone...And eversince then i never lied because i always thought i would get them and whoever i saw with a lot of sits i thought that they were huge liars!... :)
When I was young, every summer I would get very tanned and my hair would get blond streaks (normally med. brown) and I believed that if one summer I was out in the sun too much I would turn into an african-american with bleach blond hair.
My grandmother is big. When I was little, I was in the bathroom with her when she was going to the bathroom. I looked at her leg, and said, "that looks like bread" (her cellulite) I thought it was crumbs of bread inside her body!
When my sister was really young, before I was born even( I think ) She had seen the show "the cosby's" and that had been the only place where she had seen dark skin. So one day while at the mall with my mom, a few people with black skin walked by and she yells "look mom! cosby's!"
we live in a small, remote town in Europe. When we were little, my mum always had au pair girls from canada to look after us.
one of them was an african canadian girl. At that point, my little brother (he was 3, at the time) had never seen anyone that dark before, so he thought her skin colour was make-up and tried to rub it off...
i used to think men could also get stretch marks....until my younger stepsister told me women only get it....
...i dont think i was a bright kid
I was a tom-boy and had scraped knees for about 2 years strait because of it. When I first heard that we only have 7 layers of skin I got so upset because I thought I had already used up all of mine and that the skin on my knees would never grow back
i used to believe that the brown birthmark on my arm was a coffee stain that had been there to long to be washed off.
i didnt really understand different races when i was little, and when we were in the car, i saw a black person and was amazed and told everyone in there i saw a brown coloured man. my brother who was 5 years older, went on to say hed seen a whole black person before, me and my sister were amazed and kept trying to find a black man.
when i was little, when my tooth fell out, i thought if i peeled back my gum, there would be like green flannel underneath. i also thought that when i got an ulcer it was a little football stuck in my mouth..
I thought I could get a tan by sitting in front of the fireplace. I used to look in the mirror and see that the freckles had occured. I was quite old when I realized the fireplace wasn`t going to help my easter tan much.