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My belief is similar to Pattys' about white and black people. I use to think that black people are only black because they ate alot of chocolate. I wanted to be black!
When I was small my Grandfather told me that the reason I had freckles was from throwing pebbles in the sewer!
I never used to take shower after going to the beach, because i thought that tans washed off right away.
I used to have a large, black birthmark on my right leg that grew more hair than the surrounding skin. My older brother used to tell me that I have that mark because I was actually a monkey and that my parents had adopted me from the zoo and shaved me, but had forgotten to shave that one spot on my leg
The birthmark was removed when I was 12 for health reasons (It was believed to be cancerous). I told my brother that mom and dad finally shaved it off.
My mom and I were on a bus when I was about 4 and I saw an African American man sitting a few seats away. I asked my mom why his skin was black and she told me to go ask him. When I went up to him and asked why his skin was darker than mine, he said..."I drink a lot of chocolate milk.."
So from then on I thought that white people liked white milk and black people liked chocolate milk.
I used to believe that girls had no nipples. I just assumed that nipples were for boys, and girls just had bags of skin on their chests.
i remember as a child i had received a sunburn and the resulting peeling became scary. i thought the peeling would continue until i looked like a halloween skeleton.
As a young white child, I lived in an area that was largely black in population. I truly believed, in the most innocent way that black children were made out of chocolate. Those with the darker skin were dark chocolate, and the lighter skinned children were milk-chocolate. How I longed to be a black child!
Growing up, my best friend was African-American however, she was adopted by two white people and thus was the only black person in her family. One day, after my mom picked me up from her house, we were driving in the car when all of a sudden i piped up and said, "Mommy! I'm going to be the frist person in our family to turn black!"
I thought I could get a tan by sitting in front of the fireplace. I used to look in the mirror and see that the freckles had occured. I was quite old when I realized the fireplace wasn`t going to help my easter tan much.
When I was young I thought that police had soft skin, because this is how it sounds in French " Peau lisse "
I had a mole on the inside of my armpit. I used to pick at it all the time. When I was about 4, I was riding in the car with my cousin, picking at my mole. He pointed out that if I rip my mole off, it will hurt more than anything, and I would bleed to death. That definitely made me stop picking at it.
I used to believe that we had a finite amount of skin and that I would eventually run out due to pealing.
When I was in preschool I had a black teacher. One day she picked me up and set me on her desk to calm me down because I was upset about something. Upon close inspection of the palms of her hands I noticed they were much lighter than the rest of her skin. When I got home that day, I started crying and my mother asked me what was wrong. I told her, "Mommy, Miss Tucker's turning WHITE!" Needless to say, my mom explained that black people's palms and soles of their feet were a lighter color because that's the way God made them. Boy was I relieved to know my teacher wasn't turning white!
i used to believe that if you were a white child you would grow up to be black and if you were a black child you would grow up to be white. thanks michael jackson.....
When I was young, I used to share a bath with my older brother. He had a large mole on his chest, and he told me it was there because I had bitten him! I felt so guilty. I then thought that all moles were bites, and used to really pity some people. My brother milked it for years (Me, not the mole). He had it removed recently. I hope it hurt!
When I was really little, probably about 5, I remember the thought crossing my mind that maybe black people were boys and white people were girls. Then I remembered my Dad wasn't black and blew my whole theory.
When i was little and i stayed in the bath too long and my fingers got wringly i would think i was turning into a old man. So i would jump out of the bath and start crying.
My best friend as a kid was goofing around on a skateboard on my driveway and took a nasty spill. I didn't see how badly he was hurt, as I immediately ran to get my mum. She fixed him up and took him home, and told me that he had "ripped his lip" or something like that. I assumed she meant that his lips had entirely come off, and asked to see them.
One summer when I was about 6 my mom and I were sitting outside. She was wearing shorts and when she stood up I noticed she had a bunch of little dents on the back of her thighs (cellulite). I didn't know what they were so I asked, "Mama, were you sitting on rocks?" She told me she was, so for the longest time I thought the dents on people's legs were from sitting on rocks and they were only temporary! :)