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I thought that clowns were born that way, with the funny hair and make-up. It was just like any other birth defect a child can imagine. I assumed that they worked in the circus because that was the only place they could get work. For a long time I didn't want children, just in case they were born clowns. To this day I find clowns kind of creepy.

I used to believe that clowns and teachers weren't really people. I didn't think they had homes. I didn't think they ate dinner. I didn't think they went to the bathroom.

I used to believe that clowns were not people dressed up in costumes but were a separate race or species that always looked like that and married other clowns and had baby clowns and whole clown families.

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As a kid, I used to think clowns were a race of people. Growing up in Texas, we went to rodeos every summer. That is the only place I saw lots of clowns. I couldn't figure them out and I was always thankful I wasn't born a clown.

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When my mother was a child, she believed that being a clown was a birth defect rather just makeup. She thought that if you were born with a face like that, you had to join the circus to entertain people. There were no other options.

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When i was very young i was a little scared of clowns (exposure to Stephen King's 'It' at a young age probably didn't help!) Anyway, one time my dad took me to McDonalds and unbeknown there was a guy entertaining kids dressed as Ronald McDonald. I was happily munching my food when i saw this scary-ass clown running towards me and he loomed down on me to pick me up. Convinced i was about to meet my maker i started to scream and cry and french fries went everywhere. there are photos(!!) of this incident ...I hate clowns.

I used to believe that clowns didn't have voices and couldn't talk. I also didn't realize that they weren't born clowns. I wanted so badly to have a clown as a pet. He could live in the garage and we would communicate through sign language.

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Before I realized that clowns were just normal people in funny costumes and makeup, I thought that clowns were born that way. When I heard that someone had a baby, I would wonder if it was a clown baby. Finally, one day I asked my mother why no one we knew had a clown baby. I don't remember what she answered, but to her eternal credit, she did it with a straight face!

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When I was little, I found a jock strap lying around our family room. My two older brothers told me that it was a gas mask, so I put on my head to see if it worked. They told me that there was a part missing in the front - that's why it didn't work.

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My brother kindly told me that I was so ugly my parents had to pay people to act behind 'mirrors' everywhere I went so that I would have a normal life and not know that I was hideously ugly. He also told me this was why our family was poor.

I was terrified to get my ears pierced for a long time--they said they used a gun to do it. My only knowledge of a gun was the kind that kills people. So I thought they would stand you up against a wall and aim. I didn't think the odds of them actually getting my ears were very good so it was a long time before I got them done.

i used to dress up like a ninja and hide in trees and watch people walk by, thinking they couldn't see me. but in retrospect, i'm certain they could see me perfectly clear and probably wondered what the geek dressed up like a ninja is doing in that tree.

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My parents always used to tell me that you had to wear clean underwear everyday in case you were in a car accident. I grew up thinking that my underwear could stop traffic

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This happened about a week ago,and it is about my Four year old son.

I went to the tiolet at a friends place and she had a set of weight scales in the bathroom.
Being female I jumped on and muttered to myself."I'm not as big a last time".
Then I got off,and my boy jumped on ....."How big are MY feet Mum?"

I thought cologne would make me smell better when I drank it. After having my stomach pumped I was told otherwise.

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When I was little, I really liked the way mustaches and beards looked and planned to grow my own someday. I changed my mind after discovering that facial hair on women is not deemed desirable in the western world.