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My mom used to always tell me not to stay out in the sun too long or I'd get dark, so I made the genuis asumption that if the sun made you darker the moon made you lighter. For a whole summer I would play in the sun all day then wait until my parents fell asleep and sit outside for a few hours determined to "undo" the darker tone i gained from playing all day.
A kid in my kindergarten class once told me that freckles were caused by raindrops falling on your skin, rotting, and turning brown.
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.
i believed that "birthmarks" were from poop stains from your mom when you were born.
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.
When I was little my grandfather had a wart on his thumb. He called it a planters wart. I asked him why and he said that if you play outside and don't wash your hands then a little seed would take root in your skin and grow a plant that would sprout into a little tree. Hygene got better for me but I got obsessive-compulsive about skin.
When I was little my brother told me that he learned in health class that you have 3 layers of skin I thought that meant if I skinned my knee to many times riding my bike that I would run out of skin and have to wear band-aids for the rest of my life, so I was extra carefull from then on.
When I was little I used to think I could avoid sunburns if I ran around in circles, cos then the sun couldn't catch me.
When I would spy on my sister and her friends, I overheard her saying to her best friend that she knew her face was going to erupt. She meant she was going to break out, but for a few weeks I was quietly waiting for the day her face would combust in a fiery explosion.
When I was little, my dad told me I had freckles on my face from throwing rocks in the toilet. For the longest time I would try to rub the freckles off my face.
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 that because I had no birthmarks on my body, I was a robot. I would sit there looking and looking for birthmarks, and then cry when I couldn't find any because I didn't want to be a robot.
For some reason, I thought that the term "black people" referred to people who had black hair, instead of people with dark brown skin. I had seen people with dark skin before, I just never made the connection or remembered that black people actually meant African-Americans and similar.
I'm white and have dark brown hair that looks almost black, so therefore, for a few days, I thought I was black. I even once thought I had an afro, until my mom told me that I actually have a straight bob cut(sort of like Severus Snape, or the classical composers Chopin and Liszt).
I didn't even realized that a lot of music I listened to as a kid wasn't even African-American, it was actually more European(like classical music from Little Einsteins). Wow, this post is kind of long for a belief i had for a short time!
I thought that a "birthmark " was really called a "birdmark" and if a bird pooed on you when you were a baby, It stained the skin and wouldn't wash off.....
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.
I used to believe that old people were actually young people and they just spent way to long in the bath and their skin had gone all wrinkle like... hence why I always had 3min baths.
I got a scar on my knee after learning to ride my bike, and I just couldn't leave the scartissue alone, I was scratching it all the time.
My mother explained me that I had to stop, and that the hole in my skin was growing shut when it was itching and that finally there would be no hole left on my knee if I let it itch for a long enough time without scratching.
The logic of itching = no more hole, was fine by me untill I forgot to rinse after using soap in the shower and my butt started itching A LOT!
I ran into the bathroom screaming, and intended to remain seated at the toilet cause I wanted to get as much out of there as possible before it closed permanently.
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!!!
I have second degree burn scars on my arm from pulling a hot cup of tea down on myself when I was a toddler. I don't remember actually doing this (thank goodness), so they were something of a mystery to me when I was little.
Somehow I got it into my head that I was burned by lava. I had a whole scenario worked out in my head with my family and I jumping from island to island in a river of lava when some of it splashed up and burned me.
Now, I also had a lot of problems with my ears when I was little (as most kids do), so one day my doctor was flushing out my ears and had to use a pair of tweezers to get a piece of hardened red-ish wax from my ear. Belief confirmed! Obviously this was a bit of lava that had splashed into my ear at the same time I burned my arm.
I used to beleive that my freckles were from being out in the rain- My grandpa told me the rain rusted! I would scrub my face dry after being out in the rain, yet the freckles continued...