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I used to believe that when you were born, the holes in your skin from chicken poxs were always holes from straws. I thought that my mom stuck a straw on my skin, sucked on it, then pulled it off, purposely to do that to make
I have a small birth mark on my right foot and when i was little, i used to think everyone had that exact birth mark on the exact place.
My mum has a small heart tattoo on her hip. when i was younger my babysitter said she used to be a carebear and i honestly believed it.i was always asking questions about how she became human. As i got older i realised my mother was never a carebear, it was a lie!!!
I used to ask my mom what the holes in my skin were (the pores that hair grows out of on the arm) and she said that I was knit and not born...I believed her.
When I was little, i had this mole on my hand and i use to think it was a watch! I was like it's now 8:00 o'clock, when like it was 2:00!
when i was little, i told my kindergarten teacher that my dad was not white, b/c in the summer he gets really tan and i always thought he was an indian. when my dad came in for a meet-the-teacher night, my teacher was confused.. hehe
i thought that people got tans because they got enough reckls that it looked solid and that some people got freckles faster than others.
Sometimes I got words mixed up if I heard them at separate times. Once the door got left open and my grandma said a draft flew in.
Another time my sister had a red spot on her neck that was itching and my grandma said it must have been her gland.
I thought "gland" was the word she had used when she really said "draft" earlier, so I got the impression that a "gland" was something that invisibly flew in the door and attatched itself to your skin and caused a rash.
You know when you're little and you play in the yard and the bottoms of your feet turn black? One time when I came in the house after playing all day my mom saw the bottoms of my feet and told me I was turning black (I'm white) I belived her and thought I was really changing skin colors. I was scared none of my friends at school would know who I was after I changed.
when I was about 3 my mom had to keep a very good eye on me in public. Because if I saw a black person (I'm white) I would try to lick them, I thought they were made of chocolate!! I can remember the horrified look on some young boys face when my mom practically had to drag me away from him with my tongue out as far as I could get it, screaming "I just want one lick mommy!!!"
When I was in Kindergarden, I had a friend that was black. She told me that during the summer, I would turn black and during the winter, she would turn white. I actually believed her.
i believed, after hearing a story about a girl on LSD, that you became black by being put in the oven as a baby.
i wanted to be "like mike" but thank god my mom found me... i almost suffocated.
When I was little, I watched Reading Rainbow ALL THE TIME. I also lived a very sheltered life, our neighborhood being comprised entirely of retirement-aged white people. Since Lavar Burton was the only black person I'd really ever seen, I thought that all black people looked like him. I couldn't figure out how they were able to tell each other apart.
When I was young I used to believe that when I scraped any part of my body accidentally on some surface some skin would be left there and I would die soon. I would always make sure that I rubbed my bumped part (usually my hand) over the same spot again, to 'collect back' any skin that I had 'lost'.
Growing up, my best friend was African-American however, she was adopted by two white people and thus was the only black person in her family. One day, after my mom picked me up from her house, we were driving in the car when all of a sudden i piped up and said, "Mommy! I'm going to be the frist person in our family to turn black!"
When I was little about 4 or 5 my older sister told me that when I painted my nails and got nailpolish on my skin my skin would turn the same color as the nailpolish and peel off like a banana. Needless to say I didn't paint my nails for a looong time :)
I used to believe that black people were just white people that had got really good, all over tans.
This was further reinforced when I saw that the palms of black people's hands and feet were white, which obviously happened because when they tanned they kept their hands flat.
When I was a little girl we got a puppy who looked like a cow- white with big black spots. as she got older, she got a lot of little black freckles, and my dad used to say that she got a new freckle every time she did something bad. well, I had (still have) tons of freckles! I thought for sure that it meant I was a bad child in comparison to my freclke-less sisters and classmates.
When I was about 4 I was convinced that if you ate the skin on McDonald's chicken mcnuggets you would get freckles. I have NO idea where that came from.
When i was wee i thought i could get a suntan from a radiator... so i used to sit in front of one for hours and when my back got all red i thought i was sun burned... i was a strange child...