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When I was 7 years old I thought that me, as a black person, would get lighter in the sun as a white person would get darker in the sun.
I remember the first time I saw a person of African-American decent, I was with my grandma...I looked up and saw this person with such dark skin and shouted out to my grandma, "Why is that man made of chocolate!?" I was immediately ushered back into the house.
I was born in Tanzania, E/Africa of Indian origin. There were some white people with freckles. My dad told us that the reason white people have frckles is because they eat lots of tinned food and we non whites didn't as we could't efford tinned and always had fresh food! Can you imagine my red haired freckled g/friend's face when I told her that?!!!
I used to believe that if I touched a black person I would turn black.
When I was about 5 my older sister told me that if a white person and a black person had babies they would be piebald (like my pet mice). My brother's best friend had parents of different colours and I spent a lot of time trying to see under his clothes where the patches of other colours must have been!
The first time I saw a black person (I was about 3), I thought he was made of chocolate.
Before we grew up, we thought that by pricking ordinary dimples that grow on your cheeks, we'd get good luck. we done it to everyone especially sanj. although our luck never changed, it sure did hurt.
I guess when I was really little, I hadn't seen too many black people. My dad invited a friend of his for dinner who was black. I guess I just assumed he was dirty and told him he needed to wash his hands. He understood, laughed, and said he had been trying to wash it off for years.
I used to believe that if a baby was born white, he'd grow up to be black, and if a baby was born black, he'd grow up to be white.
when i was little i used to think jamaican and pakistani people was people made out of brown chocolate, and i was made out of white chocolate. this stemmed from kids at school calling me the milky bar kid.
I read somewhere when I was young that the body has 7 layers of skin.
I asked my Dad if you would die when you ran out of layers... being busy at the time he just said "yeah" so I believed it till I was about 14.
my sister believed up until about age 6 that coloured people, bevcasue she had never known many, were "chocolate" people. It took alot of convincing without her trying to eat one before she decided that they just had different coloured Skin!
I used to believe when I was a child that when I was injured, the wound would never be repaired or cured.
i became very excited and happy when, around the age of 10, i was diagnosed as having athelete's foot. my parents later explained it didn't mean i was then automatically considered an athelete.
My mom used to use this expression whenever she was upset. She "threatened" to "skin us alive". I could only imagine running around for the rest of my life with no skin!!!
one day when i was little i saw a black kid and i asked my mom why some people are black and she said thats the color god painted them.i then thoght that black people were origanaly white but then they went to church an god painted them black with a paint brush.
A kid in my kindergarten class once told me that freckles were caused by raindrops falling on your skin, rotting, and turning brown.
My Mum once told me that the ink in ball-point pens was poisonous, and that if I wrote on my skin, the poison would soak through the skin and kill me. I still believed it when I left university, and even today I never, ever, write phone numbers or reminders on the back of my hand (I'm 35). Old habits die hard...
I'm 23 now, but when I was a little boy I used to think that black people were black because they got too much sun tan.
I didn't know a lot of black people as a kid, but somehow I got the impression they were composed, at least in some part by chocolate. When I was about 4, I turned a corner in the library and there was a tell black man. I blurted out with delight, "hi chocolate face!!!" My mother was mortified. The guy just laughed.