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when i was little, i ues to think the lil brown dots on ur skin were chocolate so i started licking them...
I used to ask my dad this: "Dad, are black people made out of chocolate?"
When I was about 3 my skin started to peal on the bottom of my feet and my older sister took the opertunity to pick on me. She told be that I was turning into a lizard and that if I pealed the skin myself it would only speed up the mutation. I was so scared that I tried to tape my skin back together. It didn't work.
I used to believe that tastebuds were on your armpit. (Don't ask)
I used to believe that since my Mom has light-colored skin, and my Dad has dark-colored skin that I must have started out light-colored like my Mom because we are both females, and that I must have played outside in the mud too long and that's why I was darker-skinned than my siblings. Of course, it didn't occur to me that my brothers weren't darker than I was, even though they were males.
When i was around 6, i thought that God had gotten white paint and painted people white until he ran out of white paint. Then He would take cinnamon paint and paint more people tan and then He ran out of cinnamon paint and He was now using black paint.
You know those little pieces of skin that stick up beside your fingernails? I used to think that if you pull them they will come off like cheese string that proceeds up your arm, neck, head and then to the other side of your body!
I used to think that if you wrote on your skin with a pen, then you'd get cancer. I'm 20 yrs old and I still don't like the thought.
My little brother had warts on the bottom of his feet. My parents told him it was because he picked his nose. After swim practice he was changing with the older boys and one of them had warts on his feet too. Right when my dad walked in he heard my brother yelling at the kid that he must pick his nose, because thats what he did and he got warts too!
I used to think that African Americans were made out of chocolate
well it is not really my belief it is my mum, well when she was little she used to believe that when god made everyone they were put onto racks black people were on the top and then white on the bottom and god painted the people black and white and she had the the splatters of paint on her and she thought that is why you have freckles
I used to think people with lots of freckles were playing with crayons and drew dots on their face.
For a cultural day of some sort, someone cut out silhouettes of people from different coloured papers. I understood the tan and white ones (some people were albino) but then there were bright yellow ones, blue, orange, green, and purple ones. I got scared for some reason that the purple and blue people in the world were gong to take and skin me because they want to be normal. I was always scraping my knees and getting blisters on my palms so that they wouldnt want my skin. And I don't even want my skin anymore, I'm so scarred up from those misled years.
A boy in my class once tried to tell 5 year old me that you only had 7 layers of skin and when you went through all 7, there would just be a hole. He believed that a layer of skin was a set of skin. I told him "Nuh huh. I always get blisters in my hands from the monkey bars and the skin always peels off and i still dong have holes." I was deemed the smartypants and didnt talk much for a while
I used to think that black people were dipped in chocolate when they were babies, Indians were dipped in cinnamon when they were babies, and white people were dipped in vanilla when they were babies. How I got that idea, I do not know!!!
I use to believe my mom when she said that my freckles were angel kisses. When the kids picked on me about them, and they had no freckles, i would say "These are angel kisses and im loved, and by the looks of you , the angels didnt love you!"
When I was little I was covered in freckles. My cousins told me that I was the family fun pad, and they look a sharpie and played connect the dots with my freckles. Then they played tic-tac-toe and pictionary all over my back. They got in trouble but didn't tell me, and I would run after them with sharpies and ask them to connect dots.
I have a small brown birthmark on my foot and I didn't notice it until like I was 6 and it was the winter time and for some reason I took off my socks in the car and I seen it and I was like Mom I got a tan on my foot!
My dad was in the Army when I was a kid. One day , I was about 4 or 5, sitting in his lap and staring intently at his face and his rather large pores. "Dad, are those bullet-holes?"
When my grandma was little, her dad would tell her that the freckles on her face and arms were fly crap.