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When I was little I used to like to put pieces of scotch tape on my face and arms. I thought it was neat that when you peeled it off, the dead skin would come off with it and make pretty patterns. My big sister got fed up with this, and told me that every place I would put tape on my body I would get cancer there! I never did it again.
if you have freckles it is because you didnt wash your face well enough
I used to believe that stitches were zippers that doctors used, because when i was 6 my mom had brain surgery and attempting to reassure me, she said that the huge line of staples across her head was a zipper.
I fantasised the rest of the year about unzipping her head and seeing her brains.
When I first saw a black person I screamed and thought that the baby was sun-burned. I was only 3.
when my mum was 6 she used to think black people were black because they weren't clean enough
My little brother used to believe that my skin could be pulled away from my body almost 3 inches.
He didn't know I was wearing pantyhose.
i used to believe the birthmark is where god kissed me,lmao,my mom told me that and i believed her,later,i learned that it's actually a bunch of cells formed together at birth
i used to think black people get black if they jump into a dirty swimming pool
my brother used to tell me when i turned 10(i was about 7 at the time) that all my veins would pop out of my arms, i was terrifyed!
When I was eight, I read this book called My Mom The Frog. It's about a boy and his sister, and the boy's sister tells him that if you touch a wart you will turn into a frog, and the story focuses on this frog that gets into the boy's house after his mom kisses a wart on his finger, and the boy and his sister and friend think the frog is the boy's mother.
Well, since I didn't get a chance to see on the side of the book if it was labeled "fiction," I didn't know if it was fiction or not, and what if it was nonfiction?! My mom worked as a substitute teacher and I kept warning her every day, "If one of your students has a wart don't touch it or else you'll turn into a frog!" My mom and dad kept telling me that wasn't possible but I refused to believe them.
I got so freaking terrified of that book that I didn't even like frogs in general, and I would cringe whenever I heard the word "frog" (this happened when I developed a fear of moles and gerbils for a few months that same year too). My classmates thought it was great to say "frog" over and over in my face to make me wince.
The mania over this book got heavy, and my mom even took me on the Internet to research warts. It, of course, said nothing about turning into frogs upon touching one, but I still thought that was possible. It wasn't until I got to the end of the book and found out that the mother had been at the store buying wart cream the whole time, and the frog was just some random frog that got into the house. THAT was when the mania over all that ended.
Four years later, I ended up with a wart on my pinky, but no one turned into a frog over it!
until LAST YEAR, I used to think that cellulite was caused by sound waves from using cellphones, and I was worried about using my cellphone too much because of it. but its just fat!
When I was five, I went on vacation with my friend. We were in the car and she turned to me and said "Where is your birth mark?" I said that I didn't have one. She then informed me that if I didn't have a birthmark I wasn't born. I was so freaked out for the rest of the trip and for years I pondered how I was alive.
When I was a little younger, I used to believe humans were able to change the color of their skin according to the color milk they drank. My mother has very fair skin with freckles and my Dad has a very dark complexion so I thought he drank chocolate milk to get his dark skin tone.
I used to belive that a birthmark happened in the first spot a Dr. touched you when you were born. (mines on my butt) lol
I used to believe that if you didn't have a birthmark, you were never really were a born. I told my younger brother he was a ghost.
when i was a toddler i used to beleive freckels were cow poop. i had like a million freckels so one day i walked behind a cow and said give me more freckels and he pooped on my shoe. lol
I used to think that freckles were the result of not scratching an itch on your face. At the time I wanted to see how freckles I could get so I would try my hardest to not scratch my face.
when i was in 3rd grade, my dad had came to pick me up from school for an early dismissal...my teacher was leaving the classroom to go and meet him so he asked me what does your dad look like...i immediately described him as being orange, i really thought my dads skin color was freaking orange, my teacher bust out laughing and told my father about it he too laughed
When I was young I thought that police had soft skin, because this is how it sounds in French " Peau lisse "
when I was a little girl I thought black people were black because they went to florida to visit my bubby and got really good tans
When I was about five, my older cousin told me that cashmere was made from the skin that was punched out when you got your ears pierced.
I doubt I believed it even at the time, but I still cringe when someone walks by me in a cashmere sweater!