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My son used to think that diaper rash cream was diaper radish cream and he hated radishes so he would scream and cry when i put some on him! heheh
When I was little, I would press my face up against the glass of a window and laugh and the way that my face got all squished up. My mom would tell that if I kept doing it my face would stay squished up permanently like that. I still did it, but only for periods of 10 sec. or less at a time, and as soon as I was done I would run to a mirror and make sure that my face looked the same.
When I was in first grade, one of my classmates had a shirt that said "guess" on it. I tried to figure out what it said, but couldn't so I asked them. I got very frusterated because everytime I asked them they kept saying "guess!" I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't just tell me...
When I was younger, my mom used to tell me that if you turn on a hairdryer and put it in front of your face, your face becomes all screwed up...and you'll get ugly...
To prevent this from happening, i would alwayz cover my face when my mom blow dried my hair, and pray to god i won't get ugly...what a risk i took :p
When I was very young, I used to believe that one day I would grow a beak, feathers and wings so I would be able to fly. I used to pratise flying by jumping off the sofa!
As a child I believed that clothes would naturally shrink over time; I didn't realize that I was growing larger.
I had an old nightgown of my own that was too big for one of my dolls, so I hung it in the closet to let it shrink. By the time I found it again in my closet, I had come to understand that I was getting bigger and my clothes were not shrinking over time!
I thought that all pockets on clothing just provided a place for you to rest your hands, and I thought something was wrong with me when it wasn't comfortable to keep my hand in the chest pocket of my T-shirts.
i didn't know i was adopted till i was about 7, so when my brother told me that the only reason i was a different color was because my dad had me stand naked, with my hands against a wall and my feet flat and spray painted me brown, i believed him!
I used to believe that people who wore glasses were very smart.
I used to believe that you chose what ethnicity you wanted to be when you grew up. I'm white, and when I was little I wanted to grow up to be Asian. I was really disappointed when I found out I'd always be a white girl!
In preschool I had a teacher named Mrs. White. She was an older woman with white hair, so I assumed her surname was a description of her hair color.
i used to think i was the coolest kid in the school because i was allowed to wear my older brothers clothes that didnt fit him anymore. i was informed on my first day of high school by an older lad, that the clothes i was wearing was around 6-7 years old, and that they was 'hand-me-downs' . i asked him what are those, and he said it was all the clothes nobody wanted anymore. i was around 12 years old when i finally found out i was being cheated, and demanded my parents buy me real expensive clothes.
Ok to start off I'm Black but when I was lil' my pre-school teacher asks all of us to tell the class something special about ourselves. I was a fairly light baby at birth ALMOST could be confused as white. And my mom had showed me a pic of when I was lil and said that I really used to be really "light." So I sat there with a grin on my face waiting for my turn and it finally came to me. And I proudly with a huge grin and stated: My mom told me I used to be white but then I turned black. I still remember the look of amazement of all my classmates. The teacher later had a lil chat with my mom and she promptly straightened everything out...my bad.
when I was little my uncle told me he was part bear. I believed people could be part bear until I was twelve.
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.
Around 4th grade I got hair long enough to shove behind my ears. My mom used to yell at me about it all the time. There was a Greek girl in school who had long, thick straight black hair... and she happened to have ears that stuck out like crazy. My mom saw her and said if I kept putting my hair behind my ears they would end up like her's and I believed her! I stopped doing it until I was older and knew better.
I used to believe that cheerleaders had to cut off their hands and surgically attached pom-poms to their arms.
When I was 4 I met a really ugly lady who told me she was born from a c-section.
I believed c-sections made people ugly until I was 10.
I remember watching the Michael Jackson music video at the beginning of Free Willy. I was convinced that it was a girl singing and when my mom told me it was actually a man I thought she was crazy.
I used to think the person that waves the baton in the orchestra was called a corrupter.
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