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I liked reading in the car while it was in motion and even if it was dark. My mom used to tell me that if
I forced my eyes for reading and with the movements of the car, maybe with a bump, my eyes would pop out.
I used to believe that if you kept your eyes open for too long, they would fall out. I spent most of third grade squinting.
I used to think all people with green eyes were Irish
My cousin told me that when you lie you get crosses in your eyes. I think I believed that for about a week, because I was a big liar and would try to lie to myself in the mirror to see if i could see any crosses. Unless he meant that you would go cross-eyed if you lied too much. It's hard to understand his english sometimes.
I used to believe that if I would lay on my back too long that my eyes would fall back into my head. Also, If I would lay on my stomach, my eyes would fall out.
I used to believe that people who had a different eye colour than me could see the world in different colors that I saw it :)
When I was little and I lay in bed on my back, my eyes would get an irritated feeling and I was sure pieces of the ceiling were falling into my eyes!
For a longer time than I prefer to admit, I believed that if I couldn't see someones eyes, than they could not see me. Combine this with my love of spying on my neighbors, and the result is me standing in a largely open yard, my eyes covered by a few leaves of a tree branch, looking like quite the bizarre child.
When I was about 5-6 yrs old, I believed that u see the world colored with the color of ur eyes; like if u have blue eyes u see everything blue.
I used to think that eyes were like mood rings... for instance... blue means your cold, green means you want to go outside, brown meant that you were hungry (don't know how i got that for brown) and so on... this went on for a little while until i went into my uncles hot tub and my cousins eyes were still blue... oh well it was cool for a while
I used to believe that when I closed my eyes, nobody could see me.
When I was a child my parents told me that If I didnt go to sleep when it was my bed time my eyes would pop out
I used to believe that if I touched my pupil it would run into the white, like the yellow of the yolk runs into the white of an egg. This belief was challenged by the advent of contact lenses. As a child I had no eye infections because I never touched the inside of my eye!
I thought that the colour of your eyes determined how well you could see that particular colour.
E.g., if you have blue eye's you could interpret blue more deeply than someone with brown eyes.
I reasoned that the reason this wasn't common knowledge was because there was no objective way for one person to say how "blue" blue was to them.
when i was little i belived when you were born the first thing you would look at would be the color of your eyes. Because i have Brown eyes for the longest time i thought i had looked at poop when i first opened my eyes!
my little sister is the only one with blue eyes in my brown-eyed family. i guess because everyone else i knew had dark eyes, that meant you could see color and because her eyes were blue, everything she saw was blue tinted.
My mother once told me a story about a boy who had fallen face down on the grass. A seed got into his eye and later he grew a marigold out of it. I spent years terrified of getting "airborne marigold seeds" inside mine!
When I was little, my brother told me that if you looked through a cardboard tube for like toilet paper or paper towels, and you looked down, your eye would fall out.
When I was young I used to believe that if I looked down my eyeballs would fall out. Needless to say I got a lot of bruises walking in to things whilst looking at the sky!!
i used to be very proud of the fact that i can touch my eye with my finger and not be scared. My brother then, in an attempt to make me stop this, told me that if i touched it my eyes would melt. I STILL feel uncomfortable touching my eyes.
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