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When I was about three or four I saw a skeleton on TV. My dad told me I had one inside me. I freaked, screaming 'I'M A SKIN BOY' over and over.
I thought I was solid skin all the way through.
When my brother(caucasian) and my godbrother(african american) were little they decided that the difference in their skin color was because one drank white milk and the other drank chocolate milk.
I'm 18 and I was the only black kid in my pre-school. One day I was playing and a white girl came over and licked me. I began to cry hysterically while she tried to explain to the scolding teacher, "I thought she was made out of chocolate!" I heard that and got scared my arm was gonna melt where she licked it.
Wasn't I cute ;P )
I used to believe, the little round bandaids, were to cover bullett holes.
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.
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.
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.
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?"
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 younger, I used to have a lot of freckles on my face. One time, my dad told me that freckles were what happened when cows came into your room at night while you were sleeping and farted on your face. I couldn't sleep for a week.
I used to believe if I lay out in the sun with a window screen over my face, I would get freckles, just like my best friend.
When I was little I was fascinated by a scar my Dad had. I remember him explaining it was from having his appendix removed. He went on to tell me about how the surgeon had asked if he wanted it fastening up with a zip or a button so he could use it as a pocket, but he'd decided his trouser pockets were okay, so he had it stitched up completely.
I was about 16 before it occured to me that Dad had been kidding me.
An African American Friend of mine once told me when I was little that God made us all in a oven. I then asked her "Does that mean you were burnt in the oven? Or was I not cooked long enough?" She thought it was hilarious and never answered me so I went on believing that for a long time.
A few days ago, it was a friend's birthday, and I jokingly commented, "I hope he doesn't come to school in his birthday suit." My boyfriend looked blankly at me and said, "We have to wear uniforms. He can't wear a special outfit because it's his birthday!" After taking my boyfriend aside and explaining that being in your birthday suit meant being naked, he looked very embarassed. He's a senior in high school, and he thought until that day that a birthday suit was a special outfit that you only wore for special occasions.
The first eight years of my life were spent in a predominately white small town in Iowa. There were a total of about five minorities in my neighbourhood - my mother (Honduran), my best friend (Filipino), my other best friend (Japanese), and then there was the only black girl in my school. She and I never had classes together, but her first grade class and my first grade class would often get together and do activities. For some reason I was really fascinated by her. I knew that people tanned when they were in the sun and so I thought that her family must have lived somewhere REALLY sunny where they just tanned all the time. I also knew that when *I* tanned I had tan lines and that when I got undressed I'd see the white parts of my skin next to the darker shades of my skin. I truly believed that black people had tan lines underneath their clothes and I would spend so much time trying to take a glimpse beneath the girl's clothes to find those tan lines!
I'm the youngest of 9 kids, all of us gingers. Every last one of us has bright red hair and freckles. I happen to be covered in more freckles than any of the others--I look as though I've been splattered with paint. As a child, my brothers and sisters used to call me names like "dot face" or "little dalmatian" to make me mad, so my mother told me the freckles were angel kisses and I had more than anyone.
One day when my sister made me particularly angry, I told her that the angels loved me more than her because they'd kissed me more times. She told me Mom lied to me and the freckles were actually demon kisses and I was getting more and more of them every day (it was summer and we had a pool, so I actually WAS getting more). She told me they'd come into our bedroom at night and kiss me to mark me as theirs and she had seen them do this.
I slept in my Mother's bed for 2 weeks before she got out of me why I was so terrified of sleeping. But I was unsure of whether my freckles were angel kisses or demon kisses until 3rd grade when a lovely teacher explained to me that, both unfortunately and fortunately, they are neither--just spots of pigment. Thank goodness for honest teachers!!
I had a lot of pet reptiles when I was a kid. When I got my first really awful sunburn and started peeling, I thought I was just shedding my skin.
When I was little, I was told that we all have seven layers of skin. I thought those layers were all I was going to have for the rest of my life, and if I were to lose them all, my insides would be exposed! Every time I got a cut or a scrap, I was terrified that I would run out of layers of skin before I got old :)
My poppop told me that the reason I had freckles was because flies came in and pooped on my face at night. I believed him for years. :(
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.