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i used to think for some strange reason that people had really long noses like a sweeping brush handel and they were called nib nabs
I would run up to my parents with my shoes and ask "Which one goes on which foot?" They'd point to this one goes on this foot, that one goes on that foot. Then I'd hold up my socks and ask the same thing. Instead of saying that it didn't matter, they'd point to each sock and say this one goes on this foot... eventually I figured out how the shoes worked, but the logic behind the left vs. right sock eluded me for a very long time.
my brother always used to say to me if i pulled a stupid face that the wind would change and my face would stay like that forever.
When I was little my father would always yell at my mother and tell her she was fat, and make her cry. He told her a fat wife was grounds for divorce. If we ever snacked or ate cookies, he would say "Be careful, you don't want to get fat".
Until I was in my 30's and looking at my friend's wedding albums, I honestly thought only thin people got married.
When I was about three and I was learning my colors, people would try to tell me that my sister's platinum hair was blonde. I would tell them "No it's not, it's white".
My teenage babysitter, who was the superintendent's daughter in my building, always had a big chain hanging out of her back pocket (a keychain). I never knew what it was though, and I was afraid that if I touched it, an alarm would sound and her father, the superintendent, would come and arrest me or something (I thought being a superintendent made you a sort of king or something...)
when i was littel i saw an albino lady and mum told me to be very nice to albinos as thier angels sent to spy on us my albino mate laughes at it crazy lookingback at it
when i was in first grade we had an african man come in to teach us how to play drums all my classmates who hadnt seen an african man before started saying that he was black, but i didnt understand that. i'd never heard the term black before and i stated very loudly 'he's not black! he's brown!'. i just didnt understand why pink people were called white and brown people were called brown. i still think its a dumb way of naming skin color.
I have a reddish birthmark on my left arm right at the crease of my elbow, about an inch in diameter. My mom told me when I was young that it was a scar, from when my uncle was holding me as a baby and smoking at the same time, and ashes from his cigarette fell on my arm and burned me. After a few years, my father was finally able to convince me that it was really just a birthmark, and that my mom was being silly.
Except she really -does- believe it is a burn mark, despite the fact that a burn that bad as a baby I would have had to have gone to the hospital for...
When I was like 3, my father and I were in the store and there was this african american guy standing in front of us in line. And he was totally buff.
Well, according to my dad, I had never really seen that many african americans in my 3 years. So when the man started talking, I said very loudly, "LOOK DADDY, THE MONKEY IS TALKING!!!"
When I was about 3 years my mother would say" we have to get you new clothes" they have become small. I would wonder at my mother's cleverness as to how exactly she knew when the clothes became small.
I also would think my clothes were smart enough to know when to become small.
It took me 3-4 years to realise that clothes did not become small , I grew Up and I was wonderstuck !!
When I was around 9 I saw a women with a turban on her head and i pointed at her and yelled "look shes a Genie!!"..I thought everyone with turbans on were genies
When I was about 5 I was shopping in the clothes department at Kmart with my mom, and there was a heavy woman holding up children's clothing. I pointed at her and audibly said 'Fat!!!!' My mom tried to quiet me, but I proceeded to ask how she was going to get those little clothes to fit her.
One day I asked my grandpa why he didn't have much hair and he told me that it was because when he tried to use the toaster, it sucked out some of his hair. And I believed him.
My mother took my brother and I to visit our neighbor, Miss Edna. She was a very friendly old lady who gave us candy. But, after we rang the doorbell, her adult daughter answered instead.
My brother asked my mother, "Did Miss Edna get a new head?"
He didn't realize that it was a completely different person.
When I was younger, I was watching "Pop-Up Video" on VH1, and Cher's "Turn Back Time" music video came on. One of the informative pop-up bubbles appeared saying something about cross-dressing. I naturally assumed that Cher was cross-dressing in the video, as her outfit was made entirely of strips of fabric going 'across' her body, and believed for the longest time that this was how one could cross-dress.
I thought that all pockets on clothing just provided a place for you to rest your hands, and I thought something was wrong with me when it wasn't comfortable to keep my hand in the chest pocket of my T-shirts.
There was a City councilman in Philadelphia PA
named Thatcher Longstretch who was known for wearing argyle socks. As a kid I assumed that argyle was what they were made from.
that....I do not grow old (in size)...rather my clothes and shoes shrink..
My brother thought he was very lucky to have a velour shirt when he was a boy in the 70's. He thought it was a special fabric that only kings and other royalty got to wear.