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For a few weeks (when I was around 14!), I doubted the existance of people with red hair. It just seemed like, whenever I thought about it, there was no one with red hair around me at the time.
when i was in kindergarten i used to think that you could only have short hair to have bangs. when i saw a girl with long hair and bangs i was shocked!
"Bowl cuts" were actually called Bull Cuts. My aunt wanted my little brother to have a bowl cut in her wedding, only I didn't realize it was the word "bowl" until I saw Dumb & Dumberer.
When I was a kid, I used to believe you could re-attach your hair after it falls out by spitting on the end and patting it "back on" your head.
As a child, I had unruly bushy and wavy brown hair. One of the biggest factors was my “cow lick”. Every time I heard the term, I envisioned being an infant crawling through a pasture, being licked by a cow.
This one is slightly bizarre, but I used to think
That when you had a haircut and it had to be right below your ears, you had to bring a picture of yourself as a baby, so that they would know what length they had to cut it to, to match the shape of your face. I honestly don't know why.
Up until I was seven, I used to believe that you had to be bald not to have cancer..
One day, my little sister was very sick and I don't know why, I used to think that she had cancer, so i decided to "save" her by cutting her hair...
I was really proud of me because I used to think that my little sister would feel better. When my parents discovered what I did, they started to scream at me, I was really confused because I didn't even know that what I did was wrong.
Nowaday, at every family dinner we make jokes about it and my whole family call me the evil hairdresser.
My mother has a story she loves to tell everyone about me. I don't remember this, but she says when I was really little I was afraid to get my hair cut. She claims I was telling her, "No Mommy, it'll hurt my hairs! It'll hurt my hairs!"
When my sister and I were small children, our mother had let our hair grow very long. Every morning, we would go through the horrific pain of mother brushing the sleep induced tangles out of our long locks. Mother told us that at night while we sleep, rats make nests in our hair causing the thick, matted tangles. For many many nights, I would stay awake late in hopes of catching the little bastards who caused me so much pain in the morning.
When I was little, I believed the tangles in your hair were called Peeps and when my mom brushed my hair she would tell me she could see all the Peeps picking up there furniture and moving out of my hair. Now, looking back on it, I'm kinda afraid that was her way of telling me I had lice.
I was told that if i didnt wash my hair regularly it would turn green
Once when I was about 3, I went to my mother because something on my scalp hurt. She looked around and didn't find anything. She said "You probably just have a sore there" We live in the USA, in the northeast, so with the accent it sounded like "saw" I invisioned a tiny little wood saw with a red handle sticking halfway out of my scalp with hair like a forest all around it. I searched for that silly thing for years afterward, even after it didn't hurt anymore.
I used to believe that all my friends who had bangs, were just born with them. Until about first grade when i said to my best friend, "i wish i had bangs like you" and she laughed and told me how the lady at the hair cut place cut them.
My brother did not understand baldness as a child. One day at the mall, we were waiting behind a man who was bald in the center of his head, but still had hair around the sides and back.
Ever the polite boy, he asked my mother, "Why does that man have a hole in his head?"
I used to believe that a cow-lick meant that a cow had licked you when you were a baby.
File this one under 'misinformed thanks to parents'... When I hit puberty and started getting hair under my arms and on my legs I thought I was just different than the other girls in my gym class (who, of course, had nice parents and had already started shaving). Its SO embarassing now that, in retrospect, I recall being asked if I was french or gay. SAD SAD SAD... Parents, take a lesson from my humiliation... tell your kids about shaving when they reach junior high.
I also remembered thinking I didn't want to shave for a while since my grandma one time had told me how older ladies these days don't have to shave since they didn't as young ladies, their hair didn't grow in as thick as young ladies today. Oh well. I still blame my parents :-)
When I was little I used to be best friends with this black girl. She used to get weaves put in her hair and her mom would melt the ends to keep them from coming undone if they were braided. So for the longest time I always thought that black people's hair could be melted!
My dad has always had a really long embarrassing hippy haircut. When I was a kid I used to think that other people's dads were bald because my dad had stolen all their hair!
When I was little I saw a man with massive stiff dreadllocks tied back in a ponytail.
I had never seen dreadlocks before and I thought he had put branches in his hair.
My kindergarten teacher told us kids that all of your hair would fall out if you got glitter in it. That way, no kids would try and shake glitter onto each-others' heads.
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