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I used to believe that everyone else could move their eyes except me because I couldn't see my eyes move left or right in the mirror.
when I was a little girl, I used to lie in the grass and watch the blue sky. Then one day, a friend of mine came and said to me that if I stared at the sky for too long, my eyes would pop out and I would be blind for ever. I didn't look at the sky for years.
I used to believe that the colour of someones eyes told you about their personality.
I used to think people with brown eyes were mean, people with blues kind and people with green eyes smart.
I was such a dumb kid, though my theory has proven pretty correct in the area where i live. Strange.....
When I was young, I once thought that I could see bacteria. They didn't even look like real life bacteria, only green, big-eyed cartoon characters.
I used to believe that everytime someone took a picture of you with a flash camera-- and you got that light stuck in your sight for a while-- they were stealing a little bit of your sight. I wondered why famous people weren't blind. I also thought that was why I took such awful pictures-- because I hadn't earned enough 'sight' to make good pictures, like professional photographers.
I used to believe that if you were blind you could wear glasses and you'd be able to see again
top belief!
When I was in like yr 1 was this girl who had a lazy eye and every day she had to wear a patch for a few hours to correct it. I was convinced her parents were pirates and refused to go to her birthday parties untill yr 3.
When I was 8 I was convinced that my eyes were going to fall out of my head. I still to this day, close my eyes and feel around for my eyeball.
One day, I became obsessed with the thought of what kept my eyeballs in their sockets. I was leaning over a bowl of applesauce, with my eyelids half closed (the better to keep my eyeballs in my head), when something plopped into the applesauce. I immediately shut my eyelids tight. Only after what seemed an eternity of terror did I carefully open one eye at a time (my hand cupped to catch a loose one). After I realized that neither had fallen into the applesauce, I turned to see my older brother smiling. He had tossed a small crayon into the bowl.
I really believed, underneath her hair, my mom had an eye in the back of her head.
When I was young (about 45 years ago) I thought that people saw things by sending out some sort of "eye beams". I was disappointed when I learned the truth because it was just not as cool as my own theory.
my mum used to always say, " look at them bags under your eyes" and i used to run over to the mirror and look at my eyes looking for a tesco carrier bag in my eye.
Until I was five or six, I believed that my eyeballs might fall out so at random times during the day I would close my right eye to make sure my left eye was still in tact and capable of seeing...and then close my left eye to affirm my right eyeball was still in my head and in working order.
I used to believe the girl down the block could take her eyes out and put them back in. I could have sworn that's what she told me but later on she denied it.
i used to believe that i really would end up with square eyes if i watched too much tv
I didn't realize when I told my young son that I had eyes in the back of my head that he would actually believe it! It wasn't until he was about 8 years old and actually saw my scalp that he admitted he had believed me the whole time! He was angry at me for lying to him!
I used to believe that all blind people wore sunglasses because they had no eyes at all, which is why they were blind
I used to think that when a laser got near your eye you would go blind and have do have surgery done on yourself in which someone would just cut you open and close you up,and that you would die shortly after.I thought this becuase of what a girl told me in Kindergarten (She was like in 4th.) I now have a phobia of lasers.
I was diagnosed with astigmatism when I was 2 and until I was 31, I thought I had A Stigmatism, not astigmatism. I thought the word was stigmatism. D'oh.
For years I thought that my eyes were hazel instead of blue like the rest of my family because I did not eat enough spinach one night at my grandmother's house.
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