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my great uncle used to tell me that, if my hand was bigger than my entire face, that i was an alien, and i believed it 4 a while
when i was little, i hated my red hair and freckles, so i thought that if i dyed my hair, my freckles would go away, because you never saw people with brown hair with lots of freckles
my mother told me that if i made funny faces and some one smacked me on the back i would stay looking like that
i finally asked someone to smack me
after a few tries i realized it my face wasn't changing
When I was little, for some odd reason I used to think that when you got your ears pierced, it was this big medical process. You had to go to the hospital and then they put you in a hospital gown and strapped you to a board that took you through a machine and when you came out the other side, your ears were pierced...how they were actually pierced was beyond me.
when I was younger I would watch the old cartoons and would belivethey really did make invisablity cream that would make you dissapper when you rubed it all over you. I told myself when I get older I was going to buy that cream and turn invisable. I was going to get even with the bullys in my school. The thing we belive as kids=)
When I was little, I thought Lena Horne was my grandmother's sister because they looked similar. I also thought my great-grandfather was Jackie Wilson because he looked EXACTLY like him. I assumed my family never told us who he really was because they didn't want us kids to think he was really popular and had money.
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I used to believe that white people had white blood and black people had black blood.
i used to think that coloured people had the same colour skeleton
i used to believe that if you had glasses, you didnt need braces and vice versa. and since braces are only temporal and glasses arent, i always wanted braces - it would mean i would not need glasses any more, right?
I used to believe that all the neighbors would get together and hire a guy in a bunny suit to distribute candy early Easter Sunday morning. Of course it wasn't a *real* bunny (they weren't that big)... but a guy in a bunny suit? That made all the sense in the world.
You know when you couldn't wear your clothes any more because they got too small for you? I used to think that the clothes actually did get smaller - not that I got bigger!
I've figured it out now, though...
When i was 6 yrs old, our washing machine had broken down and i had run out of clean knickers, i had to wear my brothers Y fronts. I asked my brother who is 3 yrs older than me, what the hole was for, he replied that's were you keep your dinner money, true to form I did, and come lunch time, suprisingly, i could not find my 50p!!
This isn't quite a belief, but when I was very young the only movie I'd watch was Disney's Beauty and the Beast and all I would wear was dresses. Whenever my mother bought my a new dress, I would be immensly proud of it, and walk up to strangers in the grocery store checkout line and proclaim "Dis is my Booty dress!" and spin around for approval. (I could not pronounce Beauty).
When I got home after buying a dress, I would go infront of a mirror and tell my mother "I Booty!" I never relized until recently what people found so funny about that phrase.
Since I read Peter pan's history, I was convinced that my shadow has its own life. To proof this teory, I hardly tried to move as faster as I can to caught a "fail" of my companion...I confess sometimes I started to hate its efficiency in copying me all the time!!
I guess from hearing too many dumb-blonde jokes, when I was growing up I really truly thought that blonde people were dumber than people with other hair colors. Like God had made it that way so you could tell if a person was dumb or smart. (Boy, was I glad I had brown hair!)
Once, in fourth grade, I looked in the bathroom mirror and noticed several small, hardly-visible black dots on my upper lip. I got scared and thought I was growing a beard. Then, I figured outthat they were actually blackheads.
I my brother and I were really chubby when we were little. Food and love in our family were the same thing.
I remember going to kindergarten and for the longest time feeling sorry for the average weight children because I thought their parents didn't love them. I called them, "the poor stick children."
I used to think I was the prettiest girl in the world and I felt really guilty for it.
For years (3-8) when I would see a couple where one was white and the other black, I used to think that their children would be spotted, you know, like black and white cows or tuxio cats. I finally asked my mom about it and she explained about the genes. But even now my first thought is: 'Wow I wonder what their kids look like'
Old habits die hard!
I used to believe that boys were always older than girls. Possibly, because men are often older than women in relationships. Also, my eldest sibling was a boy.
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