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When my friend was little, she lived in New York City where your hands get flaky if you dont use lotion, which she didn't. One day her older brother told her that she had the NATO disease and would turn into a lizard. He used her flaky hands as proof and told her that her veins were really just discoloration and that she would turn green!
when I was 3 or 4 I asked my mom why people had freckles. She told me that they where stains in your skin. For years I would try to scrub away my freckles thinking that they where dirt stains.
I used to beleive that itching was caused by tiny little people running around on my skin. Now I find it hard to believe this until until I was about 10 years old.
During the war years - I must have been about 4 at the time - I remember having a small red spot on my arm. I was quite proud to tell people "a bomb did dat.."!
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A few days ago, it was a friend's birthday, and I jokingly commented, "I hope he doesn't come to school in his birthday suit." My boyfriend looked blankly at me and said, "We have to wear uniforms. He can't wear a special outfit because it's his birthday!" After taking my boyfriend aside and explaining that being in your birthday suit meant being naked, he looked very embarassed. He's a senior in high school, and he thought until that day that a birthday suit was a special outfit that you only wore for special occasions.
My partner thought women used the brown packing tape as wax strips.
I was told by my mother when I was very young that I wasn't allowed to drink coffee because it would make you turn black (this was back in the day when being prejudice was very common. I never could figure out how babies got black.
My mom and I were on a bus when I was about 4 and I saw an African American man sitting a few seats away. I asked my mom why his skin was black and she told me to go ask him. When I went up to him and asked why his skin was darker than mine, he said..."I drink a lot of chocolate milk.."
So from then on I thought that white people liked white milk and black people liked chocolate milk.
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An African American Friend of mine once told me when I was little that God made us all in a oven. I then asked her "Does that mean you were burnt in the oven? Or was I not cooked long enough?" She thought it was hilarious and never answered me so I went on believing that for a long time.
I am ashamed to admit this, but when I was little, I used to think that if you touched a black person, the color on their skin would rub off.
I used to believe that people's skin worked like toilet-paper.You know how when you get to the end of a cheap roll of toilet-paper, it is all wrinkly and loose? Well, I thought it worked the same with skin - that you had a set number of layers which came off and when you got to the last few layers it became all wrinkly and thin! Obvious...
I was 4 when told a total whopper by my dad. He said if I stepped into the street, he would "skin me alive". It worried me so much I never did it, but I always thought I'd be really cold without skin and all my guts would fall out.
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When I was little I was fascinated by a scar my Dad had. I remember him explaining it was from having his appendix removed. He went on to tell me about how the surgeon had asked if he wanted it fastening up with a zip or a button so he could use it as a pocket, but he'd decided his trouser pockets were okay, so he had it stitched up completely.
I was about 16 before it occured to me that Dad had been kidding me.
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I was born in the Watts area of Los Angeles in 1960. When an adult. I overheard an adult talking about the "colored" people moving to our block. I imagined a face with swirling colors.
my grandmother told me when i was little that if you did not dry between your toes that your toes would web togeather.Today as an adult I still dry between each toe twice.
When i was young i had some friends who were black. I was amazed to find that although they were completely dark they had white hands and feet. I just assumed that they must of been leaning against the wall when god painted them
I grew up very sheltered. I argured for over a year with my girlfriend about the coloring of African Americans bottoms. I told her that I had proof that they were white. The Coppertone Ads on Billboards proved it. One day while at our local park a young gal was there and we asked her. She showed us her butt to prove that I was a kook. To this day, I can't believe that I not only believed this, but that I had the gall to ask.
My Mother told me that if you get a Tatoo your skin will fall off.
When I was a kid I believed that the black people were people who never took a bath...
I used to think that the way you got an itch, was that caterpillars were crawling around under your skin.
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