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Ok, I"ve got 1 4 u. My friend and I used to believe that if you had frekles all over your face (like we did) you had a potentiotial of being a millionare, but all your $ bills would have brown dots on them.
When I was young, I used to think that if a black person and a white person had a child, the baby would be half black and half white. I mean a line right down the middle seperating the two havles. I thought racism existed the because some people didn't want that to happen.
I was about 4 when I first saw a black person. (give me a break, I lived on a farm in Tennessee!) My mother says that I asked him if someone had set him on fire! My mom does not remember how he explained his skin color to me...
My mother took my brother to the grocery store with her. He saw an african-american person for the first time and excitedly pointed out "Look! A chocolate person!"
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 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 was in ballet and i got the two words tootoo and tatoo mixed up. When my dad explaned what a tatoo was i envisioned a tootoo worn by ballerinas as being held there by needles.
When I was about 3, we went to my friend's birthday party. She was African American, and my mom and I were about the only white people attending the party. I looked up at my mom and asked "Are they made of chocolate?".
I used to think if a moth landed on you , you would get a mole.
my sister, when she was really little, didn't understand that people were different colors and why we were and everything. So she would call her friend Leslie "chocolate colored". When my mom asked her if that meant that she was "vanilla colored" she said No Mommy! We're pink!
when i was little, my mom would tell me that the beauty marks on my face was there because a fly laid their eggs on it. which made it turn into a different colour.
i then asked why the eggs dont hatch, and she said it was because the eggs all died under your skin because i didnt wash my face properly enough. after that i always thought my beauty marks was there because flys sh$t on my face. (i would always have my bedroom door closed now)
I have a beauty mark on the back of my neck that zig zags about an inch long. My wom used to sew dolls and bears for me and I watched her. I thought my zig zag was the stitching God made after putting my "stuffing" in. I thought everyone had them. It was a long time before I realized what it was.
I used to think that everyone gets more freckles as they get older, and when they get all of their freckles, then they're black people. I thought that black people were people whose freckles had all come in!
I used to believe if you stayed in water too long your skin would get really wrinkled and stay that way.
I used to believe everybody was born white and that they became black only if they spent a lot of time under the sun.
I used to believe that people who were african american were dark because they drank to much hot cocoa.
I used to have a wart on my hand which I thought was actually a potato growing there. So I called it my potato. I never did understand why people looked at me funny when I showed them my potato. I eventually had it removed, and thought it would be used to make potato chips. I kinda missed my potato.
My papa always told me that I had freckles because i got to close to the cows and their poop splashed on me....
that creases in clothes would pinch your skin
I used to believe that if I tapped on my nose and cheeks enough that freckles would eventually pop up. I always wanted freckles as a kid.
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