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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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I used to believe that people can only faint once and if they fainted again, they'd actually die. So when i was about 8, my sister fainted on a car workshop because of sunstroke and i couldn't stop crying because i thought she was going to die the next time she fainted. When she woke up, i told her that "i'd take care of you so you won't die", she asked me what i meant and i told her. She laughed at me that she even forgotten about the heat and told me the real thing. I was in shock after she told me.
When my mother first explained murder to me I didn't understand.
I already knew what to kill something meant, but when I asked my mother what the word "murder" meant she used the term "To take someone's life,"
I instantly thought that meant that murderers would kill people, take the insides out of their bodies, put their skin on like clothes and pretend to be them. Thus "taking" someone's life.
I was a little cautious around some people after that just in case they had been "murdered".
for a long time i believed that R.I.P. meant really important person. i was confused when i couldn't recognize the names on the graves that said r.i.p.
When my great grandfather died I was about 4 or 5. My family never attened curch before so I didn't exactly know how to pray. So I am told I 'taguht' my younger cousins how to pray. I had told them to put thier hands together and spin around in circles and speak loudly. We had done this right in front of his coffin. I really didn't know what death was at the time. I thought he was asleep and we were trying to wake him up. I feel really bad about that now.
When I was younger my sister who was 6 years older than me used to drag me across my lawn towards sun rays that come down through the clouds, she told me that they were rays from heaven and that if you go under one you would be sucked up to heaven. She use to tell me i'd never see my parents again, so i would start crying thinking i was going to die! I believed her for the longest time too!
I used to believe, that there was a special garden somewhere, like near a beach. It wasn't really a "garden" it was like that soil though. And that if you stepped in the garden, a devil lady would come up of the ground and pull you beneath the surface, and you would die, unless this other lady, that looked exactly like her, would come and save you. (I thought this whole thing up so what comes next will seem weird.) I used to have dreams about mistaking the hero lady for the devil lady, and she would pull beneath the ground, but once she got down everything but the head, I would wake up sweating. It was a REALLY scary thing to think of.
I used to think that spirits were sort of like little black bats, and when you died, they would fly around the world forever.
My cousins nan died not long ago and we had to explain why she had died and she demanded to know where she was. We told her she had gone to heaven which was in the sky. One day in the car she got all excited when she saw a plane and felt clever when she saidshe knew they going to heaven.
I used to think that if you got run over by a car your body would just go all flat and all you could do was lie there in the street.
I lived near a graveyard when I was young, and on some of the gravestones it just said R.I.P. I just read it as the word 'RIP', and so I thought that this meant they were killed by Jack the Ripper. When my nana died, her headstone had R.I.P on it. My parents hadn't told me she'd died of cancer, and I began yelling, 'But why would Jack the Ripper kill Nana?'
When I was in sunday school, and we learned about heaven I didn't believe in it. I was skeptic, so I told my friend to kill me, so when I died, God would say, "You were meant to die 100 years from now! Let's go back!"
But while I sat in the box waiting to suffocate the sunday school teacher saw what we were up to. Rats. Still skeptic up to this day.
when i was little i used to think that once you died and were put in your coffin that you would still be alive and have a TV and Mini bar and all that untill i went to a funeral and discoverd otherwise
i used tobelive that ifyouwere left alone in yourhouse al ady wouldcomeout of the ground and eat you up
when i was about 5 my mom wanted to blow-dry my hair after my bath one evening. i was really stubborn and i wouldn't let her so she told me that people who go to bed with wet hair die. immediately, i let her dry my hair. i had a hard time going to sleep that night because of what she told me so i felt my hair just to make sure i was safe. i had 1 tiny spot of moisture in my hair and i thought i was going to die. i spent the next 20-30 minutes sobbing and saying good-night to everything in my room until my parents came in and my mom admitted to telling my a lie.
When I was 7, we would go to my grandmas grave and my brother used to tease me by saying,"Dont walk on other peoples graves, they will pull u under the ground and never let u go. u would never see mom or dad ever again." i believed him. i screamed and cried, and i asked my dad to carry me by piggy back. i told my dad what my brother said, he proved my brother wrong..
When I was 6 my parents bought me a polo neck jumper in a plastic bag, which carried the warning "Danger, may cause suffocation to small children." I was amazed by my parents' lack of care in buying me such a dangerous item of clothing and congratulated myself that my ability to read had saved me. I was always sure to hold my breath whenever I put the jumper on.
When my grandma died when I was 5, I was the only one not crying my eyes out. The reason was because I thought that you would go to Heaven for a week and then come back. I was prooved wrong. :P
when i saw R.I.P. on a tombstone I thought that was how they died
whenever an important character in a movie dies, someone always rushes up to them and lifts their arm up to take the deceased's pluse. upon not finding one the person drops the deceaseds arm in dismay. i used to believe that the reason they were lifting the dead persons arm up was a way to test if they were really dead or not. if they were alive, the arm would stay up, if they were dead it would drop back down.
i had not yet discovered the concept of a pulse
I once licked a bleach bottle top, and my mother told me I was going to die in a few minutes....mean, I know, but I never licked bleach again!
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