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All the mirrors in our house were up high so the adults could see in them and I never needed one so I never realised I was more then just two eyeballs floating in mid air until I was tall enough to happen to catch my reflection in the mirror while bouncing on the couch one day. I scared myself so bad I actually wet my panties.
i used to think that freckles were when god got bored and he decided to draw on your face!
I thought that Indians got their bindi dot at birth. I kid you not, I thought that when a baby in that culture was born... that the doctor had a tray of jewels for the mom to pick out. Then the doctor would surgically implant the jewel onto the baby's head.
It's 1958, I'm age 3 and on an aeroplane for the first time, my mother explained when the plane landed in india all the people were going to be coloured....imagine my disapointment to find only white or brown people..no green blue or yellow as i'd hoped!
I used to believe that plastic surgery was done with plastic knives.
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.
I used to believe that cheerleaders didn't have hands, just pom-poms where they should be!
I used to believe that human beings were human "beans", and it was just a stroke of luck that one was born a human bean rather than a regular bean. I used to think that mexican jumping beans (before I heard there was an insect inside them) were sort of a "missing link" betweeen regular beans and "human beans".
When I was very young I thought that underpants were worn only under pants. When I wore skirts I wouldn't wear anything beneath them, not having any underskirts. It took a windy day for my mother to catch on. We called them underclothes after that.
I used to believe that if you got drunk, your face disapeered. I used to wastch Cops a lot, and when they blurred out the faces, they were usually of people who were wasted.
This is my brother's belief and he won't admit to it. He was around 3 and wanted to know why there were books in the drawer in our hotel room. I told him it was placed there by the Gideons. Gideons were tiny people who came into the hotel rooms and put bibles in the drawers. About 5-6 years later, we were in the grocery store and he seen a Little Person (person of very short stature) and was he excited and pointed, "Look! A Gideon! There's a Gideon!". I fessed up the truth, after I stopped laughing.
I used to believe that one of my classmates was always sleeping, I remember we were playing or colouring and he would fall asleep. When I told that to my mother she had to explain that he wasn't sleeping, he was chinese
i used to think that all people who wear glasses were left handed, because my mom wears glasses and is a lefty and my sister is ambidextrous and wears glasses. there were the only two people i knew with glasses and were leftys so i just assumed that everyone else was the same. but then in first grade my friend sitting next to me was writing with her right hand and i said to her but you have glasses you cant be right handed and the teacher heard me say it and said so what? anyone can wear glasses.
When I was little, I asked my grandma why she was so fat when the rest of our family is skinny. She told me that she swallowed an elephant, so I told her that when I grew up I was going to swallow an elephant too.
I used to be terrified of colonial men in powdered wigs. I was afraid they'd make my mom and I wash dishes at their dinner parties. This was the most sinister thing I could conceive of, at the time.
When I was younger I used to believe that the darker your skin was, the dark your shadow would be.
I used to believe that a strip club meant that you took your own clothing off
When I was younger, I used to think a "slut" was a really beautiful girl. I brought my favorite Barbie doll to school for show and tell and when my teacher asked me why she was my favorite doll I replied, "because she's a slut."
I used to believe that a "tattoo" was a bar of soap. My kindergarten teacher told us that getting a tattoo would make us go crazy. My mom was giving me a bath, when I started screaming once she picked up the soap. I was screaming "DON'T GIVE ME A TATTOO! I DON'T WANT TO GO CRAZY!"
I had heard that people got their ears pierced by having the earring shot through their ear (with a gun of some sort). I thought that they stood you against the wall, took careful aim ... and if they missed, that was how you wound up with nose or eyebrow piercings.