skin

When i was littl emy mom told me thats zits were something you get if you lie to someone...And eversince then i never lied because i always thought i would get them and whoever i saw with a lot of sits i thought that they were huge liars!... :)

Lindsey

when i was a little girl.. i always believed that black people had blue blood and white people had red because our skin colour was pink and theirs was a very dark blue

Linda

When I was about 7, I guess, I spilt some warm tea down myself. I was wiping it off and noticed a light brown mark on my leg on the inside of my knee. Well, it was tea coloured and I’d never noticed it before so I kept wiping it and for years afterwards I believed the tea had stained me! Now I know it’s a birthmark but it took years to figure out it wasn’t tea. It still think it’s funnier being a tea stain.

Claire

I used to believe that black people we're made out of chocolate.

Anon

I used to think that African-American people ate lots of chocolate, which explained their skin color.

Ed

I didn't know a lot of black people as a kid, but somehow I got the impression they were composed, at least in some part by chocolate. When I was about 4, I turned a corner in the library and there was a tell black man. I blurted out with delight, "hi chocolate face!!!" My mother was mortified. The guy just laughed.

holly

I used to belive god made us and set us out on a cloud to dry us. White people didnt lay + dry long enough, tan people layed there at a perfect time and black people stayed there for to long!



its not racis i have 3 white best friends 6 black and 2 tan,and they rock!

chelsea #10

When i was little i believed if i picked the scab where my injection had been it would not work as it was supposed to!! how silly was i!!

Danni age 11

When i was in my early teens my friend and I always made fun of how white I was, so one day i was teasing her about a huge birthmark she has that streches along her right leg. She looked me straight in the eye and told me that that part of her was mexican thats why its like that. I about died laughing.

Me

When i was little i had a little african american doll that i loved and named him Micheal after a friend i had, i would call him my chocolate baby. Well one day at the grocery store i shouted hey mommy look chocolate people!!! I've felt bad ever since.

Leah

Once I learned about skin color, I couldn't believe that my mother wasn't white. I'm brown and I swore that my mother was white. Later on I learned that she was just "light skinned."

Billie

I used to believe that people were different colours depending on how long God backed them in the oven.

Miltysmom

that moles were created when god dripped paint from painting the black babies

Anon

When on holiday one year I saw a black person on the beach and remarked to my mother "Look, they're black all over!"

Some how I'd thought they just had black hands and faces.

Will

when I was about 3 my mom had to keep a very good eye on me in public. Because if I saw a black person (I'm white) I would try to lick them, I thought they were made of chocolate!! I can remember the horrified look on some young boys face when my mom practically had to drag me away from him with my tongue out as far as I could get it, screaming "I just want one lick mommy!!!"

REtarded

when i was little, i told my kindergarten teacher that my dad was not white, b/c in the summer he gets really tan and i always thought he was an indian. when my dad came in for a meet-the-teacher night, my teacher was confused.. hehe

just plain silly

I used to think that black people were dipped in chocolate when they were babies, Indians were dipped in cinnamon when they were babies, and white people were dipped in vanilla when they were babies. How I got that idea, I do not know!!!

Courtney :)

I used to believe that if a splinter goes into your skin or in tehe finger and you dont removed on time it could go into your heart and you could die

Anon

When I was younger I didn't think black people got spots. I wanted to be black, I think believed this until I was about 12!

Barbara

My Mum once told me that the ink in ball-point pens was poisonous, and that if I wrote on my skin, the poison would soak through the skin and kill me. I still believed it when I left university, and even today I never, ever, write phone numbers or reminders on the back of my hand (I'm 35). Old habits die hard...

Ruth