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I used to think black people were black because their ancestors in Africa turned black because it was so hot there.
Once when I was little i got this big gash in my foot. Later I was picking the scab and I found a blood clot. Imagine my mother's scrprise when I frantically started sceaming that there were worms living in my foot!
On our way to church every sunday morning my grandmother and I would drive through a black neighborhood. One day I asked her when I would be able to play at that park because it looked really cool. She politely told me that the park was for the black people that lived in the town and because I wasn't black that I couldn't play there. (My grandmother was not a racist, nor am I, but back then that's how it was). I thought about it and then asked my grandma, "Well, when I grow up and am black THEN can I play in it?"
I used to believe that "colored" people were multi-colored, like a stained-glass window!
When I was young, every summer I would get very tanned and my hair would get blond streaks (normally med. brown) and I believed that if one summer I was out in the sun too much I would turn into an african-american with bleach blond hair.
I thought that any white person who went to a hot country, like Jamaica, would automatically turn into a black person.
When I was three, I lived in Kenya. One day, I saw a bus full of black girls dressed in white dresses heading for Church. I told my mother "look at all the white children, mom!" because I believed that people were considered black or white based on the color of their clothing, not the color of their skin.
When I was in first grade my teacher in school told us that humans have a certain number of layers of skin. What I did not remember her telling me was that skin continues to grow. I was terrified that I would go through sll my layers of skin before I got older and that I would use it all up and not have any left. I did not quite know what would of happened to me without skin but everything I thought of was scary and had more then a few nightmares
about a skinless childhood
I have a small birth mark on my right foot and when i was little, i used to think everyone had that exact birth mark on the exact place.
I was told recently that when i was a wee little girlie [about 6] i tried to rub the 'dirt' off of a black friends skin.How stupid.
When I was in pre-k I thought if I thouched a black person I would turn black, so I was always scared to death to hold there hand in games or something, and when I did, I'd wash my hands.
when i was 6 years old iused to believe that when you go near a person who is HIV you do not need to go near him or her because you will also get the deasese.
When i was about 6, I believed that when you streach your arms up, (and then you streach too hard and you get a sting in your armpit) that my skin had ripped right open. I always ran to the bathroom adn put a band-aid on my armpit. I never looked at it because I was afraid of blood. My mother would always see me with bandages in my armpits and asked me why. I would always say "because i ripped open again".
When my brother was little i was putting on a face mask that was suppost to open your pores. So of coarse he had gotten into it and put some on his face. When he asked what pores were I told him they were little holes in your face he started crying because he thought he was going to have huge holes in his face because the mask was going to open them up!
My parents used to tell me my birthmark on my stomach was a part of me. I used to believe that was the actual name of the spot on my skin. When I was asked at school what that spot was on my stomach I just said "It's a part of me!"
I used to think that "stretch marks" were those lines that you get on your tummy when your jeans are too tight.
I remember being about 8 and saying "Gosh mom, you sure have a lot of stretch marks on your stomach!" and getting slapped like 3 feet across the room.
When I was little, I had this thing where I believed if someone touched you, they could read your mind. I was terrified of people being able to read my mind, so I shied away and hated being touched.
... It still kind of affects me today. xD
i use 2 belave white ppl had white blood and black ppl had black blood ik it sounds raciest but im not raciest at all lol and this was when i was like 9 or 10.
Whenever I got a sliver I always freaked out and made my mom get it out right away. She was shocked to find out that the reason was that I was convinced that if the wood stayed in there a tree would grow out of my hand.
I used to believe that tastebuds were on your armpit. (Don't ask)
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