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As a child my great-uncle always told me that he & my mother were walking in a garden & found me in behind a cabbage plant. All this because I was the only kid with red hair...years later the Cabbage Patch Kids came out. He also told me that my freckles came from standing behind the screen door when the sun was shining through. By the way, Great-Uncle Georgie also had red hair;)
I used to suck the ends of my hair until I was told that it would dissolve like candy. I believed this until I heard myself telling my young neice the same thing, and realised it was rubbish.
When I was younger my mom used to tell me that if I went to bed with wet hair after a shower my brain would rust.
When my mom was a kid, my grandma told her not to share hairpieces as she might catch "dandruff". "Dandruff" was my granny's word for lice, so my mom and 11 of her other syblings used to believe that dandruff was contagious. Even when my mom was older and knew that dandruff-covered hair things couldn't make your scalp flake, dear old Grandmother was contradicting logic with weirdness.
I used to think you had to stick those pins that you stick in your hat through your scalp. That's weird.
when i was about 12 i began going through puberty and i though that when the little hairs down there started growing in that i was turning into a man. I thought only men were hairy. in addition i thought that i was going to hell cause i still liked boys and my mother said gay men went to hell.
My childhood best-friend had a very red-haired younger sister who had been told and believed that red-heads had a tiny orange growing from the top of their head, and once it was big enough they could pick it and eat it!
when we were driving through the woods(i lived in the woods), in the hot hot summers-the windows always open...i used to roll up my window all the way so the ticks didn't come fly in and get me--after all i had dark hair, and ticks loved dark hair?
i was told by a friend at primary school that eating the crusts on bread would make your hair curly. Because i had really curly hair i tought this to be true, so i stopped eating crusts, obviously this didn't work.
I once heard my aunt tell her sister that she wanted a Farrah Fawcett hair-do and I thought she wanted her hair to stand up and swoosh out like water coming out of a faucet.
My grandma had a short tight curly perm when I was younger, while my hair was long and stick-straight. While eating a sandwich one day, she told me that if I ate the crust of the bread, my hair would turn curly like hers... I did NOT want her hair! I immediately stopped eating bread crust.
When I was three I beleived that everyone's hair was made of clear strands but the color was created by tiny bugs running up and down each strand of hair so fast that they created a blur of color on each hair. The color of your hair was determined by the color of your hair bugs.
When my son was in Kindergarten he suddenly turned into Howard Huges - washing his hands so frequently that they became raw and chaffed. I asked him about it and he wouldn't give me a good reason for doing it so I put a limit on hand washing. He then started wearing his leather baseball gloves night and day - which was weird but I allowed it at home.
About a year later he finally confessed that a librarian at his former school told his class about a girl who often chewed on her hair. Because the girl swallowed some hair in the process, it created a massive hairball in her stomach and killed her. My son then became terrified that if he swallowed even one single hair (human, cat, stuffed animal, whatever) that he would die.
i used to belive that if my brother pulled a hair out of my arm i would die in 5 seconds
The first time I ever got my hair cut I was 5 years old. My sister (who was a year older than me) had already had that experience the previous year and told me that getting a haircut hurt. I believed her and cried the entire time I was in the chair. Turns out she was lying.
When I was little, I was horrified to find that I had hair above my eyes. Me, being the overdramatic one I am, didn't take time to notice that everyone else did and took drastic measures. I found my dad's razor and shaved them off. My mom couldn't stop laughing, and I still think it has something to do with the odd thickness and shape of my eyebrows now.
My sister used to believe that if you ate spaghetti when you were bald the spaghetti would pop out of your head instead of hair.
My Daddy is bald. When I was little I'd ask him what happened to his hair, and he'd tell me that one day he shaved it off and it never grew back. I assumed this was true until I relized that he'd gone bald like other men do.
I used to believe that my grandfather was bald because a crow has licked his hair!
he used to say that alot! lol
when i was little one my best friends told me the only way you can get calick is if a cow comes in your room at night when you're sleeping and licks your head.. i honestly believed her for the longest time. what was i thinking?
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