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when i was 3, i thought that bathing suits were formal clothes that people wore when they were having a wedding underwater
I used to believe that when you are 90 years old, you are also 90 feet tall.
I believed for several years that the purpose of socks was to make it easier to put on trousers. Your bare feet would rub up against the trouser legs and stick to them, necessitating more effort to get them all the way through. Socks would just slide past.
As a kid, when I was first told that I would grow, outgrow my clothes, and need nwe ones, it was a disquieting and fearsome prospect. I envisioned that one day I would be taken to a clothing store naked because I'd outgrown my old clothes and couldn't wear them anymore.
When I was about 9 or 10 I used to play a game with my younger brother where we would tie a towel around our necks to look like supermans cape. Unfortunately for me, my brother believed that the towel would enable me to fly so he pushed me off the top of the stairs.
After that he didn't believe the towel could make me fly any more.
When I was six, I asked for and received a Lighted Makeup Mirror. From the commercials that showed a woman seeing herself in the mirror at different times of day, I believed that I could look in the mirror and magically see myself dressed and made up for "Home" "Office" "Evening" and "DayTime". How disappointed was my six year old self to see that it was only the light that changed, not me!
When I was little, I believed that you grew to be old by choice. By old, I mean, you decided you wanted to be about 28.
At age 15, or so, when you looked perfect (what was I thinking?), you'd have to decide whether you wanted to look good or whether you wanted to drive, vote, have a cool job, etc.
I decided that most people made the decision to get to do all of those things, not knowing how bad it would really get. Like they didn't figure that wrinkles, moles, excessive (read: any) body hair and breath that smelled like beer, garlic and cigarettes would ever be part of the equation.
I spent a good bit of time when I was 7 or so feeling sorry for all the grownups that I knew that they had made that decision. I knew all the people on TV were smart, because they knew not to make that decision. On TV, women had babies and THEIR boobies didn't get all floppy and THEY didn't turn into monsters!
Go figure. I grew up to be a monster! ;-)
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, I used to believe that if I stopped moving and froze in one position, everyone would think I was a manequen, and not a living person. I even used to climb into shop's display windows when no one was looking and pretended to be a manequen showing off the clothes I was wearing at the time. The people that stopped to look at me with big smiles on their faces only made me believe that I was doing a really good job :-)
When I was around seven years old, the local tough guy kid took an extreme dislike to me. I was doing my best to avoid meeting him on neighbourhood streets, for fear of being beaten up. At around that time, I read a book about a kid in a similar situation. The author wrote: "I held my breath and hoped that he didn't recognize me." For a long time afterward, I believed that holding your breath changed your appearance.
When I was 4 or 5 I was convinced I wanted to be a model. When I told my older brother and sister this, they asked if I wanted to be a nude model or...the "other kind," and they made nude sound like the answer I was suppose to say. My mother was thrilled when I announced that my siblings told me to be a nude model and I was excited!
When I was little, I heard the saying two heads are better than one. I believed that there was someone that ran around with two heads that was better than I was. Now I'm older I know better.
I used to believe that black people were black because they'd been left in the oven, by God, longer than white people. I also believed that as a result, if you licked them they'd taste burnt!
When i was younger my grandpa would tell me he was going to get his ears lowered and when he came back his ears looked like they were lowered when really he was just getting his hair cut.
When I was about 6 I asked my mother why I wasn't grey. We were learning about mixing secondary colors at school using Tempera paint. I reasoned since she was white and Dad was black that I should be grey. I wondered if there were something they weren't telling me about my parentage. She explained that people aren't really black or white that's just what they call them. I was very doubtful. This still makes no sense to me.
I used to think I loved the smell of make up, because when mum went out for the night wearing lip stick and foundation, she always smelled so nice! It wasn't till I was 13, and sniffing lipsticks in a pharmacy, that I realised this wasn't the case. That same day I discovered perfume.
i love people with dimples so at night when i was a bit younger i would stick a finger in each cheek and hold it there for bout an hour whilst smiling to get a atleast one dimple!! but unfortunately it never worked!!
Let me just start off by saying when I was little, I was a weird kid. I was like 8, and I wanted all the boys to like me, even way older ones. For some reason(I still don't know why) I thought it was like super sexy to stick out my tounge. So every time we went somewhere and there were guys around, I would stick out my tounge (not too far out) and try my best to look at them in a really seductive way! It took me a long time to figure out why they looked back at me like I was a freaking pervert/weirdo! Imagine what those people were thinking!
I used to believe that when people said that they were in their "birthday suit" they were talking about a clown outfit.
When I was a kid, I would always see a really tall guy (he was in his teens) at my church. He was really tall, he'd literally have to bend down to get past a door frame.
So I told myself he was a hundred years old.
Then, to explain why old people look old and he still looked pretty young, I told myself that first you look young, then look old, and after that "old stage" you start to look young again.