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I was raised as my mother was, believing that freckles were the result of flies landing on me. After switching schools to a catholic school, I shared my worldly freckle knowledge with a classmate. Not only was she completely disgusted, but proclaimed that I was enirely wrong. In fact, freckles are from angel's kisses.
when i was little i used to think jamaican and pakistani people was people made out of brown chocolate, and i was made out of white chocolate. this stemmed from kids at school calling me the milky bar kid.
I was told by a schoolfellow once that if you scratched yourself one hundred times in the same place, you would have a permanent scar. I considered trying it--but at the time, "one hundred" seemed like such a high number that I didn't believe I could keep it up that long. (Probably I was just too chicken, though.)
In summer I used to get lots of freckles on my face which used to annoy me so much! Until I cleverly thought up the idea that if I got so many freckles they weould all join together and i'd have the best sun tan ever!
When I was very young about 5 I pulled the plug on my sisters television while it was on. A blue electrical spark jumped from the outlet and I thought I turned blue! I was really scared cause I thought everyone knew what I had done cause now my skin was blue.
A boy in my class once tried to tell 5 year old me that you only had 7 layers of skin and when you went through all 7, there would just be a hole. He believed that a layer of skin was a set of skin. I told him "Nuh huh. I always get blisters in my hands from the monkey bars and the skin always peels off and i still dong have holes." I was deemed the smartypants and didnt talk much for a while
I have a wart on the end of my index finger, and have since I can remember. When I was little I would suck my first two fingers. My brother told me that I sucked that wart right out of my finger, and I believed it!
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.
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!
i remember when i was around 5 my older sister who was 10 put glue on her hands and let it dry. i thought it was real dead skin and she told me it was. i got scared and went in my room and locked it then she told me her dead skin that came off was going to crawl under my door and attack me. i believed this.. i know weird! haha
When I was about 5, I was living in Georgia. We were getting ready to move and some gentlemen from the moving company were helping pack everything up. Well my mom walked in on a conversation I was having with an employee. I was telling him that I couldn't wait to grow up so I could have dark black skin like his. I thought it was pretty.
I'm white. I used to believe that since my freckles are the same color as my black friends, that freckles were proof positive that I had black ancestors. I was disappointed to find none in the recent family tree.
Growing up in Calgary, Canada, it was a rare occasion for me to see a coloured person. When I was quite young I saw a black man walking down the street. I remarked to my father that "he must be REALLY old!" when he asked why I would think that, I explained that people's skin must become darker as people age. It seemed perfectly logical at the time.
When I was in year 1 they told us that people came in different colours because god had made us all out of clay but had left some of us in the oven longer. HMMMMMMM not exactly P.C
Then when i went home and informed my mum of my new found wisdom she called and complained :)
Until I was about 8 or 9 I thought that black people had just been burned in a fire and that was what made their skin darker.
I used to believe that freckles would spread (because an older kid on the playground had a very large black birth mark) and once you became an adult you would be black (black people) I didn't want this to happen to me so in turn any adult that was white, I thought was just lucky.
It was well known to us neighborhood kids, that eating crackers made the scabs, needed to stop cuts and scrapes from bleeding.
When i was in preschool I never wanted to wash my hands until one day I heard that if you dont wash your hands, worms will pop out of them and start squirming around.
when my coloured friends daughter was much younger, she used to think that she would turn completely white like most of her friends as she gets older. She used to say things like, "When I turn white I'm going to be a popstar." Bless her, she's older now and just looks back and laughs!
I thought black people's behinds were white-just like white people with a tan.
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