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- Euthanasia is youth in Asia
- If you don't hold your breath as you pass a cemetery you will die or become possessed.
- People killed in films or on TV die in real life.
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When my grandma died and was at her funeral I thought she was just sleeping and thought she would wake up and attack me cuz I watched 2 much Buffy the Vampire Slayer at the time and they always wake up
I thought I was going to die when I was 4 - I had been on a preschool excursion and in those days they put your name and used a pin to attach it to your clothes... well my name came off so I put the pin in my mouth for safe keeping - promptly swallowed the pin by accident and was sure I was going to die - I cried and cried, at bed time mum finally coaxed out of me why I was crying "I'm *sob* going to die! *sob*" and she started laughing! man was I p-d off - did this woman not care? when I finally managed to tell her about the pin and she assured me that no I wasnt going to die.
That was a very traumatic day.
My grandpa died of a heart attack shortly before my birth. For years, I thought his heart was attacked by something, like tiny ants who entered his body with swords and such and attacked his heart and killed him. No matter who had this heart attack, that same army of ants would attack people's hearts, so my little head believed. Fortunately, I finally asked Dad, and he told me what happened, in little kid terms.
i used to believe that there was an ingriedient inside birthday cakes that made you grow older and that if you ate too much cake, you would drop dead and that that's why people died. For the longest time i refused to eat cake because i didn't want to die and i wanted to stay a kid forever
i thought that when anything died, thier bodies went to heaven too. i told my mom and she set me striaght.almost.i then belived tha thier heart would go up, with what ever had killed them thruogh the haert. i didnt understand the term"natural causes", i thought it ment they got killed in the woods or some thing.Then i went to health class.
When I was about 5, we went to the cemetary to visit my grandmother's grave. We passed a grave that someone had decorated with balloons, and I looked up at my mom and said (in all seriousness), "There must be a clown buried there."
One day, on the way to a funeral, our car passed the cemetary where most of my family is buried. My mother quietly mentioned "That's where I want to be buried when I die." My 4-year-old brother looked shocked and started crying/screaming "You're going to die?! I don't want you to die." My mom then tried comforting him by saying, "Honey, everybody dies eventually." My little brother started screaming hysterically, "I'm going to die? We're all going to die?" Eventually, we all just decided that death is not to be discussed in the presence of my brother.
When I was realy little my aunt died so I was expsosed to death. So when ever we went in the car, and I "fell asleep" (I always pertended that I would be asleep so I could get carried into the house) I would pretend to snore because I thought that my dad would think that I was dead if I was just sleeping normaly with out snoring.
If I'd get a piece of crystal or wood and it would stick half way in my skin, my mom would try to get it out and tell me that if she didn't, it would go into my bloodstream and that it would reach my heart and kill me. I don't know if that's true or not but I ALWAYS take the sharp things out if they're stuck in my skin.
whn i ws six years old i went to my uncle funeral, he was not more than 40. i asked my mom why he died? my mother said why can't he died. i said his father is still alive.
My grandpa died when i was four and my mom told me he died of cancer and i pictured dying of cancer as him sitting in a pot that you hang on the porch with flowers in it, on the ground in the middle of a field.
I used to believe that lightning would actually strike a person if they lied and said may lightning strike me if I'm lying.
While watching movies where someone died in an accident/fight (obviously a stunt man was used) I used to believe that the person was someone who didn't want to live anymore and had really died.
I used to believe that my grandparents (who had passed away) would fly around to spy in the window to make sure my cousins and I were behaving ourselves when someone would tell me they were watching over us.
I used to believe that everyone lived to be exactly 100 years old, and they died just before their 101st birthday.
When I was younger I thought that everything I did was written down in a big book that other people would get to read when I died. Sometimes I would "remember" and in my head I would be reciting what would go in the book. I suppose I was influenced by Michael Ende's The Neverending Story.
i used to think that you died on your birthday
I used to believe that as you lived your life your brain saved everything you ever saw, thought, or felt like a sort of special video camera. I thought that when you died all your friends would have access to these by sitting around and watching the TV with your body plugged in. I made sure not to think any bad thoughts about my close friends because I know they would be upset when they heard my think it when I was dead!
When I was about four, I sometimes got tired around noon and would fall asleep on the couch. Then one day I had to go to my grandfather's funeral. He looked just like a sleeping person! After that, I was worried that if I took a nap on the couch, my mom would think that I died and bury me. I asked my dad to write a note that said "I'm still alive," and when I felt like a nap, I would tape it to my shirt so my mom would know I wasn't dead.
I thought only animals and old people could die. It was a big shock for me when someone told me everyone can die...
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