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My friend was told that if a hampster dies it could be brought back to life by warming it up. When she found her hampster lying very still one morning she belived it dead although the hampster was just sleeping. Not having a microwave she quickly rushed to her oven in a desperate attempt to resusatate her beloved pet. unfortunatly to left the hampster in a little to long and it caught fire! what was worse, she believed the flames meant her hampster was going to hell!
When I was little my mother told me that dead animals on the road were "just sleeping." "There just sleeping Haley."
I used to believe that when my cats would die, they would turn into a butterfly. So all my childhood I spendt thinking how sad of a thing butterflies were......
When i was younger i had a pet rabbit called smokey. one morning when i came doen for breakfast mum told me dad had left the cage open and Smokey had run away but it was ok becasue he was off somewhere happily playing with other rabbits. I believed this as mum had no reason to lie, since she'd told me the truth about my goldfishes death. For weeks i was angry at my dad but eventually got over it. then a couple of weeks ago it suddenly dawned on me and i confronted mum and she finally confessed that smokey had infat died.
When I was a kid I had a pet hamster. After about three years my parents "swapped" it for a rabbit. I realised the grim truth about this so-called upgrade in my thirties.
my family's cat, tyronne, died when my sister was 5. my parents burried him under the big evergreen in our backyard. for years my sister thought that tyronne was just walking around under the ground in the backyard--that being dead meant that you lived underground. when we had moles that pushed up the yard, she thought that was evidence that tyronne was playing and jumping up!
When I was fourteen, my parents tried to tell me that my year old pet lamb and it's two older friends had 'gone to live on another farm'. This was a day or two before the freezer was restocked with lamb chops and mutton. They must have felt very guilty.
I had an ant farm when I was a child. Somehow I managed to name most of the ants, as if I could tell them apart. One of the ants got caught on the little green plastic bridge when I poured the ants into the ant farm. He stayed on the bridge all the time, never moving, so I named him Lazy. I didn't realize he was dead until the other ants dragged him off and "buried" him a week later.
When I was in 3rd grade our neighbor accidentally ran over and killed my dog. It was easier for me to believe that he had done it on purpose than that an adult could have so little control over the world. Every morning for the next six months I would get up early and watch for the mailman to deliver his mail, then stuff his mailbox full of toads to avenge the murder of my pet.
When my Sister & I were young my Mother told us that the animals on laying on the side of the road were only sleeping (not dead). I always worried that the side of the road was not a good place for a nap because the animals could get hit by a car. I still like to think they are only sleeping.
When I was little I asked my mom why there were so many dead animals by the side of the road. She responded that they had been waiting to cross and had become mesmerized by all the passing traffic, and had simply died of dizziness and confusion. Not only did I believe this, I was convinced that I might die while crossing the street if I looked too long at the cars. When I found out that they had actually been run-over I was devistated.
I thought that oil was the remains of dead dinosaurs. Actually, since I have never really found out where oil comes from, I remain unconvinced that this is not so.
When I was little I believed by dead pet turtle was hibernating. We alwyas wanted a dog and our Dad bought us a turtle instead. We named him Flash after the basset hound on Dukes Of Hazzard. Anyhoo-Flash ate ground beef. Flash stayed still once for over 2 weeks. We kept feeding him. My folks said he was hibernating. The cage smelled pretty foul, my parents blamed in on the old ground beef. Turns out Flash was deceased and rapidly decaying.
When I was younger, my sister won a golfish at a fair. It only lasted a few days because 3 days later, my little brother put dishwashing liquid soap in the container because he thought the fish needed to take a bath!
When I was a kid, and for a long time, I believed that if you put a dead fish back in the water, it would just ressuscitate, and swim away..
A neighbour's cat, Tabitha, got run over when I was about 4. While I was visiting them with my family, I said: "Poor Tabitha. She's probably spinning round on someone's wheel by now."
When I was 3 my parents bought me a kitten called Sooty unfortunately it turned out to be a particularly nasty cat; always scratching without provocation so my parents had it put down. They told me it went 'back to the farm'. It wasn't until I was 18 and telling my parents about my silly friend who believed her pet lamb went 'back to the farm' that I clicked. I was devastated!
When their old dog were taken to the vet, her parents told my friend that he was sent to a nice, greek island by ship.
I used to think that muesli was the same as hamster food. So I fed it to my hamster. For three weeks. It died. Something about condensed milk?
I used to believe that meat came from animals who had naturally died (of old age, or whatever). When my dad told me that they actually got killed, I was so upset that I ran up to my room and cried myself to sleep!
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