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I used to believe that my sister had drawn a birth mark on my other sisters back with an eyebrow pencil. I spent years trying to wash it off in the tub. We still laugh about it.
When my grandma was little, her dad would tell her that the freckles on her face and arms were fly crap.
When I was a small girl, I used to believe black men had fallen into chocolate.
My youngest brother (age 10) was excited to learn my husband and I were expecting twin girls. One day he was sitting with my Mom asking questions about the babies. She had noticed he was thinking really hard. After a few minutes he asked "The babies will be half white and half black right?". My husband is Arican -American and I am white. My mom replied with "yes Dan they will" After a few more minutes he blurted out "Will the parts sticking out be black or white?" We never laughed so hard!
I overheard my mother saying one day that a person with tatoos was "wild" We had many feral cats in our barn and my grandmother was always telling me to leave them alone, they were "wild" and would scratch me. I became convinced that people with tatoos would scratch, hiss and bite if you got too close to them.
When I was 7 years old I noticed the lines in my palm formed a "7" shape. I was positive that when I turned 8 that they would turn into a "8". Needless to say, I was a little upset when they didn't.
When i was little i used to think that a birth mark was the place on the body where you came out of the mother
My brother used to believe that black kids where very lucky cause he thought that they got chocolate milk from there moms breasts.......
in first grade, i had a black teacher whose name was Mrs. Green. i had a hard time with telling the difference between colors then and i told my mom that i wanted to be green like my teacher.
My little brother had warts on the bottom of his feet. My parents told him it was because he picked his nose. After swim practice he was changing with the older boys and one of them had warts on his feet too. Right when my dad walked in he heard my brother yelling at the kid that he must pick his nose, because thats what he did and he got warts too!
When I was really young, around 4 or 5 an older friend told me that his sister was going to have plastic surgery to fix something on her face. for the longest time I wondered what would happen if the plastic tore...
see, I thought that she was actually using plastic to fix her face!!! How silly I was!
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
I thought if you get gangrene your skin turns green
I used to believe that scars tasted like bubble gum
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!!!
When i was little i was sitting on my mum's lap and i touched her upper arm and it wobbled and felt like it was full of liquid so i said "Mum! Why is your arm all full of water?!" I thought she was sick or something. She laughed and explained the concept of "bingo wings".
I used to believe that black people were black because they had so many frecles that they merged together.
After my dad had a 2 inch section of skin cancer removed from his shoulder, it was of course stitched up. I had always thought it was a caterpillar on his shoulder.
My uncle Tony has this skin defect called Vitiligio or sumthin, and it makes some of your skin go a different color to the rest of it. Well he had it on his face, so his face was white, but from the neck down he was tanned. One day my brother asked him why his head was a different color and he told him that it was because his original head had fallen off and they couldnt find a new head the same color so they gave him that one instead. Well my brother believed that until he was 13, when he asked our mom about it. Lets just say she hasnt laughed that hard sin
Fair skinned with freckles, I believed for years that as I grew bigger, my freckles would also grow bigger, and one day I would have a marvelous tan. Somedays, I still want to believe it!