I used to believe that at a funeral they would show the top half only because they had to crumple up the legs so the body could fit in the coffin

Crystal

I believed that dead people could observe anything living people were doing. Whan my grandfather died I stopped masterbating for months and if I woke up with my hand down my pants I would pray to my grandfather to forgive me.

Howmachine

I used to believe that every one was born with a set amount of sentances and once you got to your last sentance you died. The amount varried from person to person, and that's why people died at different ages. This is also why people spoke about 'last words'

Fewer Sentances Than I Thought

I used to believe that Jason Donovan was an evil murderer who crept around at midnight murdering little girls who foolishly wore red pyjamas ( it was a cunning ploy to trick their parents, the blood wouldn't show up). I was more scared of Jason Donovan than anything before or since.

dodyskin

My son was 3 when Dale Earnhardt died. He asked what happened. I told him that Earnhardt was in a crash and died but that he was in heaven with Jesus. A few months later, our cat died. When I told my son that Lucky died, he said "he's in heaven with Jesus and Earnhardt". So everytime he hears that someone dies, he says that it's okay because they are in Heaven with Jesus, Earnhardt, Lucky and our other cat Gypsy!

Sarah (and Patrick) Keller

I used to believe that we could write letters to people who had died. My mother's mother passed away when I was 3, and I'd never met my father's mother. My mother's stepmother sent me clothes for every holiday, and she had me write thank you notes to grandma. Well, I thought that the clothes had been sent from heaven, and the notes were going to one of the grandmas there. I didn't know for the longest time that it was all from the "grandma" who was alive in NYC. It made me really believe in the mail system! and that there must be some sort of transportation back and forth...

Desba Silvers

When I was little I used to believe that Funerals were supposed to be fun because they were FUN-erals. Come to find out it was not fun at all, it was sad. :-(

Fun-erals

When i was liitle i always thought when people died they ALWAYS had their toungues out so when i was playing dead i stuck my toungue out and people always wondered what i was doing...my sister told me later that people usually have their mouths closed but i didn't believe her and just kept sticking my toungue out ....well now i know better

Anon

When I was younger I used to believe that when people died they would just be sleeping for a long time. I always wondered why people didn't just tap them on the shoulder.

Jonseie

Up until I was 5 I thought that every person on the planet would die on the same day. All, that is, except for one very tired old man who was left to the job of burying the bodies. When he finished he would plop down into the last grave and that would be it!

Caryn

my cousin, when he was about 4 years old, used to think that the big gravestones with the crusifix on them, people were standing up in them!

Anon

I used to believe that when someone died and was cremated, they would put your dead body into a coffin, push the coffin down a steep hill, and it would land in a roaring bombfire while people threw beer bottles into it and watched it explode. That was in second grade. I just learned that that is not what happens. lol. I also thought a creamery (ice cream place) was where you got cremated, and wondered why so many people were there in the summer. Ok, that was last year when I thought that. I'm still a kid so that counts!

Kathy

I went to my great-uncle's funeral when I was about 6. After that, I believed that if I fell asleep with my hands folded across my torso, that I would die in my sleep.

I'm 27, and I still refuse to put my hands on my chest when I go to sleep!

Selena

My Aunt, my Mother, my 7 year old cousin and I went to visit my Grandads grave once. When my cousin (Luke) saw the vases at the gravestones, he kept staring curiously at them, until finally, he asked "I that how the people down there breath?"

Rachel

I used to believe that when people died they went to Devon. A neighbour told me my grandad had gone to Heaven and I didn't know whwere that was but we went on holiday to Devon every year so it made sense.

Anon

My mom told me and my sister that if you wear your bathrobe to bed, the sash on it could get tangled up around your neck and strangle you.

We sort of didn't believe this, but worried about it just the same. To this day when I get in bed wearing a bathrobe, I have to think a minute and persuade myself that the sash isn't going to come alive like a snake and wrap around my neck. It gives me a creepy feeling most of the time, so I just take the bathrobe off and wear a flannel shirt to bed instead.

Thanks Mom!

Liz

For some reason when I was a youngster I believed that if you died and went to Heaven the fastest vehicle there was a Ford Escort van (in white, natch). So for the last 30-odd years I've been determined to go to hell.

Anon

I used to believe that when people died, they came back to life as dolls. My grandmother died when I was 9 and when I was 11, my dad gave me these porcelian dolls she had owned. I put 2 in my room and could not sleep so I put them back in the box and me dad put them in the attic.

Duck y

when i was 8 i used to think that people who died turned into somthing else like santa or the easter bunny (i knew about God i just thought they would work for him)and if u died at the right time u got a good job like santa but if u dident u wound up as cupid!(i dident realize how many people die every day i thought there were only like 20 per year)my great grandfather died in november ok well when christamas time arrived my dad decided to dress up as santa for our family christmas party and when he came inside i was soo ecxited becuase here was grandpa! and i ran over and hugged him and precceded to call him gandpa and tell him i was so haapy to see him all night my parents let it go and explained it to me the next day!

stupid little Jen

When I was 5 I threw a screeming fit on the interstate in the back seat of our car. I wanted my mother to pull over immediately because I saw a billboard sign that said "Jim's Body Shop". When she asked why I wanted to go to the body shop, I answered, "Because I want to see the dead bodies."

Amber