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When I was little, I would press my face up against the glass of a window and laugh and the way that my face got all squished up. My mom would tell that if I kept doing it my face would stay squished up permanently like that. I still did it, but only for periods of 10 sec. or less at a time, and as soon as I was done I would run to a mirror and make sure that my face looked the same.
When I was in first grade, one of my classmates had a shirt that said "guess" on it. I tried to figure out what it said, but couldn't so I asked them. I got very frusterated because everytime I asked them they kept saying "guess!" I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't just tell me...
When I was younger, my mom used to tell me that if you turn on a hairdryer and put it in front of your face, your face becomes all screwed up...and you'll get ugly...
To prevent this from happening, i would alwayz cover my face when my mom blow dried my hair, and pray to god i won't get ugly...what a risk i took :p
When I was very young, I used to believe that one day I would grow a beak, feathers and wings so I would be able to fly. I used to pratise flying by jumping off the sofa!
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.
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 used to believe that people who wore glasses were very smart.
I used to believe that you chose what ethnicity you wanted to be when you grew up. I'm white, and when I was little I wanted to grow up to be Asian. I was really disappointed when I found out I'd always be a white girl!
i used to think i was the coolest kid in the school because i was allowed to wear my older brothers clothes that didnt fit him anymore. i was informed on my first day of high school by an older lad, that the clothes i was wearing was around 6-7 years old, and that they was 'hand-me-downs' . i asked him what are those, and he said it was all the clothes nobody wanted anymore. i was around 12 years old when i finally found out i was being cheated, and demanded my parents buy me real expensive clothes.
Ok to start off I'm Black but when I was lil' my pre-school teacher asks all of us to tell the class something special about ourselves. I was a fairly light baby at birth ALMOST could be confused as white. And my mom had showed me a pic of when I was lil and said that I really used to be really "light." So I sat there with a grin on my face waiting for my turn and it finally came to me. And I proudly with a huge grin and stated: My mom told me I used to be white but then I turned black. I still remember the look of amazement of all my classmates. The teacher later had a lil chat with my mom and she promptly straightened everything out...my bad.
As a child I believed that clothes would naturally shrink over time; I didn't realize that I was growing larger.
I had an old nightgown of my own that was too big for one of my dolls, so I hung it in the closet to let it shrink. By the time I found it again in my closet, I had come to understand that I was getting bigger and my clothes were not shrinking over time!
when I was little my uncle told me he was part bear. I believed people could be part bear until I was twelve.
My father told me that I would get 2 horns right about where the temples are if I didn't go to school. I even checked myself in the mirror at times to see if it is at all visible.
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 4 I met a really ugly lady who told me she was born from a c-section.
I believed c-sections made people ugly until I was 10.
I remember watching the Michael Jackson music video at the beginning of Free Willy. I was convinced that it was a girl singing and when my mom told me it was actually a man I thought she was crazy.
When I was 7 and discussing the lion king with my friends, my best friend somehow got this idea that you could become a warthog if you got too many warts. He just guessed that and we believed it.
Me and my friends liked the Lion King and wanted to be a warthog like Pumbaa, so we tried a lot of methods to get warts. First, we tried using diaper rash cream and hand soap together on our arms and legs to get a wart. It didn't work. Then we tried other ways we could think of. They all failed. My best friend told me that we might get warts tomorrow and the day after that we'll become warthogs.
We all got excited and couldn't wait until 2 more days! I woke up the next day and checked myself in the bathroom, I didn't get a single wart! I just got a small rash on my arm. Then the day after that, I expected myself to turn into a warthog in the morning. I didn't. Then after I went outside, my friends were there and they had rashes on their arms too. When my mom asked us where we got the rashes, we said we were trying to gets warts to become warthogs. My mom told me that you can't become a warthog no matter what you do, and that the methods we tried caused us to get a rash. We felt stupid and got so disappointed.
TL;DR:Friend convinced us that we could become warthogs, we got rashes instead, and got really disappointed when our mom told us the truth.
My son used to think that diaper rash cream was diaper radish cream and he hated radishes so he would scream and cry when i put some on him! heheh
my great uncle used to tell me that, if my hand was bigger than my entire face, that i was an alien, and i believed it 4 a while
when i was little, i hated my red hair and freckles, so i thought that if i dyed my hair, my freckles would go away, because you never saw people with brown hair with lots of freckles