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i was about 5 or so at the time..i had gotten more and more freckles and moles *like everyone is supposed to* Well, anyways, one day I went up to my sister and showed her what I had gotten. She looked at me and in one big scream she yells, "OH MY GOSH! You are turning into a chocolate moo cow!" Remember, being 5 or so....i believed her. I was devistated for about 3 years and thought I would become a cow. Luckily, I started crying about it once and ran to my mother and my mom yelled at my sister for telling me a lie. She got in trouble.
I believed that if my face got wet it would drip away so if my face was ever wet i would be scared to look in a mirror becuase i thought i wouldn't see my face
Mom said that I was receiving angel kisses on my face during the night which caused my freckles. This freaked me out and I swear I could feel them. So I slapped and scratched my face alot.
this does explain a few things)I finally figured out that it was just the peach fuzz moving!
I used to believe that black people were white people dipped in Chocolate. That's what my dad told me...
I used to believe that you got freckles by squeezing your skin really hard, so I used to pinch my cheeks and squeeze my arms, thinking that freckles would appear.
I have this birthmark on my arm that looks like a brown blotch, not a puffy freaky hairy thing, that with a little imagination looks like the jet engine on the wing of an airplane when viewed at lets say a 3/4 angle. When I was real young, maybe 4-5 years old, I used to think it was a design or blueprint for some weird gizmo of sorts that I never knew the purpose for. I hid it from people back then, not because of that though it might've been the secondary reason, I still prefer not to show it to this very day (you wouldn't believe how many people dunno what a birthmark is nowadays and ask or give weird looks).
My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....
i used to think that everyone was made in an oven. so i thought that coloured people got left in the oven for too long and burned hence why they were black.
I used to wash my wrists furiously thinking that the blue viens were from a marker.
my cousin (18) told her sister (5) that if she got tan she would have to change her name to Fatima. so she avoided the sun almost all summer
I came from a small town consisitng of all white people. When I was younger I thought ALL black people were related to each other.
when I was a little girl I thought black people were black because they went to florida to visit my bubby and got really good tans
I thought that all black people were African-American
I used to think when someone had wrinkles on their forehead, it meant they had a headache
when i was little, i used to believe that a Hawaiian tan would never fade away.
It's not so much that I used to believe, but I used to imagine that when I had an itchy back, the itch itself was like those covered wagons you see in cowboy movies, and that the hand that scratched the itch was like Indians, and my back was the prairie that the Indians chased the covered wagons over!
Before we grew up, we thought that by pricking ordinary dimples that grow on your cheeks, we'd get good luck. we done it to everyone especially sanj. although our luck never changed, it sure did hurt.
The first time I saw a black person (I was about 3), I thought he was made of chocolate.
as a child, I was very prone to poison ivy. I believed if I could sneak Mamas razor (old 2 edge style) I could shave off all the blisters on my legs, have new pink skin! The blood poison that set in after this act was scary!
You know those little pieces of skin that stick up beside your fingernails? I used to think that if you pull them they will come off like cheese string that proceeds up your arm, neck, head and then to the other side of your body!
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