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My brother used to believe that any elderly woman who wore red was red riding hood, he used to yell out to anyone of this description calling them red riding hood!
I used to think I was the prettiest girl in the world and I felt really guilty for it.
i used to believe that black people were made from chocolate and i saw some running one day and they were sweating and so i announced very loudly "look mummy they're melting" CRINGE!
My (much) older cousins are mixed-race. I am caucasian. When I was really little, I used wonder how old I would be before I "turned brown".
I used to believe that men were only attracted to women with blonde hair and blue eyes and I felt I very lucky because I had blonde hair and blue eyes. The reason men married women with other colouration was because they either had bad luck marrying women they were attracted to or because they got tired of waiting around for a woman with blue eyes and blonde hair to be attracted to them in return and so the men opted into marrying someone else.
I don't have blonde hair and blue eyes anymore but rather green eyes and brown hair.
When I was VERY little, which was long before Eminem, I used to think that only black people could rap. My theory was that their larger lips would bounce together to help them talk so fast.
I thought gay people were old men with very long beards.
Around 4th grade I got hair long enough to shove behind my ears. My mom used to yell at me about it all the time. There was a Greek girl in school who had long, thick straight black hair... and she happened to have ears that stuck out like crazy. My mom saw her and said if I kept putting my hair behind my ears they would end up like her's and I believed her! I stopped doing it until I was older and knew better.
When I was younger my dad used to tell us that hiccups made you grow. I used to try and get them so I could grow taller than my parents.
when i used to pull faces when i was little and my mom caught me she would tell me that "if the wind blew in the wrong direction that my face would be stuck like that" i still believed it until i was about 12 and auctually thought about it! :)
My sister (Who is 18 now) told my mother that she had a "Chocolate Girl" In her classroom. She also said she tasted sweet. (She licked her arm)
I used to believe all Kings were incredibly slow and all Queens were incredibly fast.
One day when I was about 5 or so, I heard my grandma say 'That guy looks Jewish'. She was pointing at him, but I thought she was just pointing directly at his coat.
I got this idea that Jewish was a brand of some sort.
So the next day at my friends house, we were playing dress up and she asked me if I liked her crown.
I said, 'Yeah, is it made by Jewish?' right in front of her mom.
When I was little, I used to believe that everyone in the world was a big, green, monster, except me, and I was a part of their experiment, to see if creating another human would be a good idea. Even though they were green monsters, I could only see them as humans, and when they took pictures, they'd turn out looking like me.
My teachers, parents, and brother would periodically report to the head of their organization about how I was developing.
I used to think there was a place called Caucasia and everyone from there was Caucasian.
a friend brought her very young infant over to our house when i was about three. my mother asked me if i thought the child was a boy or a girl and i replied confidently, 'it's a boy.'
'that's right,' said my mother. 'how can you tell?'
'because it's wearing trousers,' i replied.
I used to believe that all the bald people were aliens sent to destroy me
I used to think when i was around 6-7 years old that braces where made and installed only on little girls to avoid them to kiss boys and thought there was a some kind of battery-powered electrical device on the braces that gives shock to whoever tries to kiss them on the lips.
I grew up in the South. I truly believed that when the adults around me referred to a "colored" person, that they were indeed colored...all the wonderful colors I could imagine as a child.
One day my stepmother said we were going to go over to a "colored" ladies house. I got so excited! I couldn't wait to see someone with all the colors of the rainbow.
When I was in Kindergarten at school, I remember once talking to a boy classmate and he introduced me to his friend who was a girl. Somehow she just didn't look like a girl or a boy at all to me, and for a couple of weeks I wondered if there were Boys, Girls, and Neither.