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I used to think that when lighter people got a tan they went darker and when darker people got a tan they went lighter.
You know how your skin peels off when you've had a sunburn or when you get a blister or anything like that? Well I believed that if you peeled the skin enough, you would eventually peel through to the bone.
My mum used to tell me that when ever a fly would land on me it would poop. She said that's where my moles/freckles came from.
When I was a kid, I used to believe there were only 2 races: black people and white people. Because I knew I wasn't white, I thought I was black. I'm actually Persian.
I thought cold sores, were really called cole slaw!!
i believed, after hearing a story about a girl on LSD, that you became black by being put in the oven as a baby.
i wanted to be "like mike" but thank god my mom found me... i almost suffocated.
You know when you're little and you play in the yard and the bottoms of your feet turn black? One time when I came in the house after playing all day my mom saw the bottoms of my feet and told me I was turning black (I'm white) I belived her and thought I was really changing skin colors. I was scared none of my friends at school would know who I was after I changed.
I used to think that if you wrote on your skin with a pen, then you'd get cancer. I'm 20 yrs old and I still don't like the thought.
I used to ask my dad this: "Dad, are black people made out of chocolate?"
I was taken on a London bus in the 1950's when the government was encouraging people from overseas to come to fill certain jobs. Seeing something I had never seen before - a lady with black skin on the bus - I screamed loudly and pointed to my mothers embarrasment (and the lady's probably) "Mummy Mummy that lady needs to go to hospital!!"
I thought that a "birth mark" was the first place on your body that was born.
My birthmark is on the back of my head but my older sister's is on the inside of her knee and I could never figure out how THAT part of her could come out of my mom first.
I was the only Native American in my whole school and the other children constantly call me names like Squaw or Darkie. When I cried to my mom one night, she told me that in the beginning the Creator decided he wanted people in the world so he broke sticks and put them in the oven, the first batch of sticks he took out where white people and he said, "you are too undone, I'll put you over there." and he put them in Europe. The second bunch he took out, he said, "you are too dark, I'll put you over there." and he placed them in Africa. The last batch he said, "you people are just right, you can stay right here." She then said some of the white and black sticks eventually made their way to our part of the world. For some reason, I felt better and it didn't bother me as much when the white sticks called me darkie because according to the Creator, I was just right.
when i was 4 or so i used to think that whenever my mamaw would pull on her panty hose it was her actual skin and i would start screamin my head off!!!
I used to believe that black people were black because there's too much sun in Africa. I watched a Discovery Channel program on climate and they talked about how much hotter Africa is than the United States, so I figured everybody black, having roots in Africa, was sunburned, and it even passed down to their children. Whenever my mom pestered me about how much I needed sunblock at the beach, I didn't worry that much because I would just become a black person! When my mom kept insisting I wear sunblock, that made me think that my mom didn't like black people, or at least didn't want me to be black. I pretty much held this belief until my mom explained that the sun can give you cancer, and THEN I thought all black people had cancer! She eventually learned everything I believed and set everything straight. Thank goodness.
when i was little i thought that a piercing gun used to pierce ears was a regular gun with an earring in it and some one would stand back and shot it into our ear
i used to believe that white skinned people sheaded skin and became black
one day when i was little i saw a black kid and i asked my mom why some people are black and she said thats the color god painted them.i then thoght that black people were origanaly white but then they went to church an god painted them black with a paint brush.
When I was little I had white blonde hair, and was very, very pale, but I thought Jayne Kennedy was the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted to look just like her. I saw AfroSheen commercials on TV during Soul Train, and I came to believe that if my mom would buy me some, I'd come out looking just like Jayne.
Upon the birth of our youngest daughter, we found she had been born with an extremely large, "Hemangioma/Strawberry-type, Birth Mark." Because of it's extraordinary size, I had told my daughter (when she was about 2), that all babies born with Birth Marks had been kissed by an Angel and that explained why they had them, but that in Her case, she had been "kissed by an entire Host of Angels!" She's 13 today, and still believes this is true. (Or so she says she does!) *smile
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
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