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Since both my parents had blue eyes, and my brother and I have blue eyes, I thought that families had to have the same color eyes. A friend was the only blue-eyed person in her brown-eyed family so I was convinced she was adopted for years.
I used to believe that my eyes were brown because I ate too much chocolate. Thanks, Dad!
I used to believe that small people lived behind your eyes. They poured buckets of water out when you cried and controlled your eyes by moving the stems back and forth.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that it was possible for people to clean their eyeball the same way cartoons do, to make them brighter. Well I've never tried it, but I was still keeping this idea until a certain age though!
When I was at school (around 8 years old) older kids from the school down the road told myself and a group of firneds that if we put Vix Vaporub under our eyes then we would get high. Unfortunately it stung to high hell and we couldn't see for the rest of the day
Being a little girl I always had an admiration for precious rocks and loved to collect them. I knew that gold was something very valuable and shiny. I used to believe that the bits of crud that gather in the eyes during the night were gold and every morning I checked my eyes to see if I had any. I used to keep them in a small bowl with my other rocks hidden were no one could find and steal “my gold”. I don’t know why I used to think that; but maybe it is because it had like a gold color and felt like a tiny rock.
I used to believe that when you were crying, it was your eyes melting, so I was always afraid that if I cried too much, my eyes would melt out and I'd be blind.
I used to believe that if someone hit you on your back when you're eyes were wide open your eyes would pop out of their sockets.
I thought seeing red meant you if you were really mad your vision literally got a red tint to it. I figured I had just never got mad enough for it to happen
When I was little my dad told me that when he got something in his eye he used to go to the hospital where they would take our his eyeball which was on a long string and wash it in a bowl! For ages I thought our eyes could be taken out on long strings!
I used to believe that whatever part of nature a person looked at longest, that's what color their eyes would be. I used to stare and stare at the sky, sure that I could feel my eyes were turning bluer.
When I was 3 I used to believe that my eyes were broken because I couldn't see my face when I was looking at other stuff. I thought everyone else could see their own face along with everything else they were looking at.
when i was a little girl i was told that if I sneeze too hard by eyeballs could fall off. So everytime I sneezed I was very worried that they would fall off and i would put my hands over my eyes just in case that happens i could catch them before they fall!
I used to believe that your eyes were made of water and if you opened your eyes underwater, then they would mix and dissolve and come out of your head.
When I was 5 at the beach with my parents, my dad got sand in his eye, so he took his eyeball out, cleaned it, and put it back in. I thought WOW, so thats how you clean your eyes. Years later I found out my Dad had a glass eye from a fireworks accident.
I used to close my eyes during hide and seek because i thought that in the dark your eyes lit up for some reason
When I first got glasses I was five years old, and I insisted on keeping them on at night, so I could see my dreams better
When I was five or six I tried on my dad's glasses. Since I had perfect vision I believed that what I saw with my dad's glasses on was what he saw without his glasses. I was so dizzy and ill that I felt sorry for my dad for years.
I used to believe that people who wore glasses were blind and could only see when they had their glasses on.
When I was a child, I found a blood vessel in my eye that was shaped like the letter "M". Since my first name starts with M, this caused me to believe that everybody had blood vessels in their eyes shaped like the first letter of their names.
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