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I used to believe that if I pouted too long, my mouth would stay that way! My big sisters told me this one and seeing that I was the only one in the family with full lips....I believed it!!
I used to believe that animal fur apparel was made by brushing the animal, taking the loose hair from the brush, and threading each strand through a sheet of fabric to make it stick out.
That when you paid so much money for weight-loss programs, that you paid all the money on a needle to peirce your tummy and let the fat pour out. I believed that till around ten.
I used to believe that jean jackets were made out of metal, and that's why they were blue. Jeans weren't, just jean jackets.
I used to believe that people with my name looked like me. I thought after all, if they had the same name as me, they must be my twin.
If you pulled a face, and the clock struck on the hour, your face would stay in that position.
I Used To Belive That If You Were Pretty, You Were A Princess. So One Day My Dad Told Me I Was A Princess (He's Teases Us All The Time. He Was Born On April Fools Day). And I Thought Suddenly, My House Turned Into A Castle. So At The End Of That Day, I Asked "Daddy, Am I Really A Princess?" He Told Me No And I Cried Myself To Sleep That Night.
I used to believe that if you were taller than someone, you had to be older than them.
i used to believe that if you suked your cheeks in you would get dimples
My father told me that I would get 2 horns right about where the temples are if I didn't go to school. I even checked myself in the mirror at times to see if it is at all visible.
I used to believe that hanging off of monkeybars would make me tall!
when i was younger i used to think that nude beaches were beaches with square 5 feet tall hedges, and a man and a woman got in to one of these edges, took off all their clothes and talked etc... in private
When I was around 5 my Mom was going to take me sledding, and since it was pretty windy out she tied a bandana around my nose and mouth to keep warm. I freaked out, I thought I looked liek a bandit and that I would be arrested If I went out with a bandana around my mouth. I also refused to let my mom wear her ski mask for the same reason...
I used to believe that when you grew out of clothing that you would have to wear your parents' clothing to the store to go buy new ones since your old ones didn't fit anymore. Now, my mom never put her clothes on me to go shopping, but when I was getting too big for something I'd still get really nervous about the embarrassment of being seen in public with her gigantic clothes on.
When I was about 10 my family brought me to a big family party in the country. During the party I met a distant cousing whose left hand and fingers were deformed and crooked. For some reason I was convinced that if I let him touch me my hand would painfully transform in the same shape. I spent the rest of that day warning people not to approach him and running away when he got near. I was terrified, but I also enjoyed the excitement. I never saw him again. I'm sorry JP.
When I was growing up I lived in a very white community and had only heard of indians in the context of pocahotas (sp?). So anyway when I was about 6ish I got ill and my mom took me to the doctors and before we went in my mom thought it would be a good idea to tell me about the indian nurse I was going to be seeing. When I walked in I was a little confused and when the nurse walked over to her desk I asked my mom 'where's her feather?'.
I could never understand how grown ups could tell if your shoes were on the right feet or not.. My mom always looked at the bottom of my shoes and I remember wondering what she was looking for. I thought there were some special words I couldn't see on the bottom of all my shoes...
I used to believe that children all had rounded noses, and as you grew older, it would become pointy, and the nostrils would become long and thin. I dreaded getting older because of this, and i liked my button nose.
In a store one day, I pointed to a very attractive black woman and said "Look at that man!". Not having seen many African Americans in my 2 years, I wrongly assumed every black person was male.
When I was about 6 years old and I first heard of "facelifts," I thought the operation involved a complete face transplant. This was in the early '70s. So, when I heard Phyliis Diller had one I thought she'd have a completely different face and somebody else would be walking around with her old one.
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