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When I was little I used to believe that when you died you got buried in your own yard.
When I was younger, I used to pile pillows up on me while I slept. I believed that if someone broke into the house, the pile of pillows would stop a bullet if the stranger decided to shoot me.
When I was 8 my uncle died of a drug overdose. My parents told me that he died because of drugs, which I interpreted to mean that if I ever used illegal drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, I would drop dead. Even when I got older and knew it was irrational, I would not touch any of that stuff.
When i was little i remember hearing that they dug up Abe Lincoln's body. There were scratch marks in the coffin and his nails were falling off. From that point i was scared of being buried alive. I'm 14 and i still want to be cremated.
The first time I learned about the explosion of the Challenger Space Shuttle, I was really shocked that Christa McAuliffe was not only a teacher but a mother. I knew that my mom loved learning about space and I was terrified that she would be chosen to go up into space as well.
When we were little, my younger brother used to throw temper tantrums by throwing himself on the floor and just lying there motionless. The only way we could get him up was to say "Well, I guess he's dead. That means we have to bury him in the back yard now." at which point he would jump up off the floor, crying and begging us not to do it. He honestly thought we were going to bury him alive.
i used to believe that when an animal died it would return years later. i was so devastated when my sister told me my dog wasnt coming back :(
When I was younger, I truly believed that if someone ever tried to drown me it wouldn't work because I could just keep drinking all the water until it disappeared. I was confused when people did drown and thought "why didn't they just keep drinking?"
when i was little i asked my parents how elvis died. they explained to me that he died from taking too many drugs. i asked what kind of drugs, and they said uppers and downers that he got from the doctor. for years after that i actually thought that if you were famous and you went to the doctor and asked, she’d give you two bottles of pills, one labeled “uppers” and the other “downers.”
I used to believe that each star was like a cafe or small space where everyone who had died could get together and catch up. People would go off on adventures during the day and then meet up with friends in the stars and talk about them. I used to have images of my grandma and grandpa sitting up there drinking coffee, chatting and talking about their latest adventures.
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