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One time when I was a kid, my dad said something about "colored people" and I said, "What color are they?" I pictured them as bright blue, green, yellow, or pink, and clear, like stained glass.
i used to think that coloured people had the same colour skeleton
When I was six, my cousin told me that if I stuffed my bra the cops would come get me and take me to jail.
I used to believe that if you took a shower after a day of tanning the tan would come off in the shower
When I was about 4 years old I used to believe that adults would take out their hair because they were all bald aliens and they only wore hair when I was around because it was a secret.
I believed this until the day I was in a bar with my parents and I told them I was going for a walk but I came back when I reached the corner, I found a big bald man and I hit him in the head with a toy thinking he was my father.
Im not racist at all, I was just never introduced to diversity until I got older but I Honestly thought the boogie man was a black man dressed up in all black with a stocking cap on that only came out at night.
I used to think that the whole world was made for me and people that i didn;t see at the time just dissappear until i see them agian
I used to think the height of your shadow is the height you would be when your older. LOL :)
When I was little, my mum and I were watching a documentary on Queen Elizabeth I. I asked Mum if queens and kings ever got out of their thrones, because I thought they never got out and I just wanted to check.
When I was little, I used to believe my Grandpa John was John Howard, because he's bald and looks like John Howard.
Until i was about 7 years old i believed that if you were born black you would eventually turn white and if you were born white you would turn black. I remember my mum asking me when i very young what i wanted to be when i grew up and i rubbed my face and said "black! black!" i think she tried to explain but i didnt believe her and when we were asked the same question in the first grade i said i wanted to be a Janet Jackson inpersonator, since i was going to be black!
I used to think that if a white person and a black person has a baby it would be mexican.
I used to believe when I was a kid that Abraham Lincoln was the first black president. It made sense at the time because he was on a copper penny and he had curly hair and he freed the slaves. It was quite embarrassing when I found out from a friend that I was quite mistaken.
When I was 5 years old, our housekeeper, Maddie, missed a week of work after she suffered a severe laceration to leg by walking through a sliding glass door. When she came back, she had a huge gauze bandage on the leg with a huge, ugly brown stain that she told me was dried blood. Little scientist that I was, I deduced that black people were “black” because their blood was brown! Of course, I later learned blood turns brown after it dries, but, hey! I was 5.
When I was seven and my mum was pregnant, I thought that because my step-dad was really tanned (he's got Spanish roots) my new little sister would be mixed race and have really curly hair like black people, and that I'd be able to plait it without having to tie it up at the ends. I was really disappointed when she didn't.
I used to believe that cheerleaders had to cut off their hands and surgically attached pom-poms to their arms.
I saw a small parade while shopping with my mother when I was about 5. Marching in the parade were a couple of Planters Peanut characters and I truly believed they were real beings like people only PEANUT people with long black arms and legs and bodies shaped like peanuts. They were people but a different species living in a different country. Every time I see a picture of a Planter Peanut 'person' it makes me laugh.
When my sister and I were little, my Mom told us that it was illegal to get your ears pierced before you were six years old. Every time we would see a baby or toddler with earrings in, we would freak out and think that they were going to go to jail.
i didn't know i was adopted till i was about 7, so when my brother told me that the only reason i was a different color was because my dad had me stand naked, with my hands against a wall and my feet flat and spray painted me brown, i believed him!
I always used to wonder how it could be that people still recognised me after I'd had my hair cut