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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 I was about 7, I started to believe that if I went to sleep on my back with my hands folded over my stomach (like the traditional body in a coffin pose) that God would think I was dead and snatch me away to Heaven. I never slept on my back again just in case I put my hands like that. I got into such a habit that I still can never sleep on my back.
When my grade 2 teacher, Mrs. McDonald retired, I was convinced that it meant she was old and would die soon. I spent the rest of the summer looking for her name in the obituaries everyday.
My dad used to think that "R.I.P." on a tombstone stood for Rip Van Winkle because dead people are "sleeping" for a long time.
As small children, my friend and I believed that when you die you must always lie flat on the ground, face up, arms straight out like a "T", with your eyes shut. It was impossible for people to die any other way.
My grandmother died when I was too young to go to the funeral my older sister went and reported back to me that "Grandmother died of the goat disease". I believed this for many years. Years later we relized that my sister had over heard someone say that "the old goat" had died.
When I was 2 years old my Grandmother died. I then would always ask my father.why did grandma die? He would tell me because grandma did not eat her vegetables. (I hated veg's). So from then on I would always try to eat my vegetables because I was scared that I would die.
I used to believe that anyone who died could be brought back to life by giving them electric shocks! I'd seen it on casulty on Tv once and was sure that it could always be done!
I used to believe that if you put a glass bubble around your head and if you wore loads of padding then you would never die.
i always thought that people always died with their tongue hanging out
I used to believe that there was a small man living inside your chest and he had a stick and he would beat the inside of your chest. When he got tired after many years he would stop, and you would die because your heart had stopped. I remember this because the adults were discussing the death of someone, and they said that he had chest pains, and his heart stopped, and he died.
When I was younger, my grandmother kept a bowl of candy hidden and gave some to me whenever I came over. Well I happen to know where the candy was hidden, so one day when I was over at her house, I snuck some extra candy while she was upstairs. After she died a couple years later, I went to the funeral, but I was too afraid to go up close to the casket because I was worried she would punish me for taking the candy.
I used to believe that the streams left behind jets were people going to heaven.
when i was seven i formed the opinion it was imopossible to drown in chicken soup. how could you? you'd just drink it!
My father passed away when I was seven years old. I remember telling my mother after the funeral that we were all like God's Barbie dolls and when one of us broke we went home to him to get fixed.
I looked up death in the dictionary, and it said something about not breathing and having no heartbeat, so I would try to lie very still and not breathe in order to have a near-death experience.
When I was very young I believed that people who were brought to the hospital were already dead, and that the hospital was where dead people were brought back to life.
I wasn't all that young when I believed this.
A few years back, there was a reality show called Murder in Small Town X. One of the contestants was the "murderer", and the object of the game was to figure it out. The contestants were eliminated by being "murdered".
I wondered why anyone would sign up for that show if they were going to die.
I used to think funerals were just some weird kind of party for grown ups and that they didn't really die because there was 'awake' afterwards and they would just open their eyes again and go back to normal!
When I was very small, I would throw a fit whenever my grandparents would bring me back home after a weekend out with them. My mother once told me that every time I cried, my grandparents grew older, and it made me stop crying. Well, at age seven, I was positive that I had killed my grandfather by crying too much.
I used to believe that a character who dies in a movie is played by a person who wants to commit suicide, so when a person wanted to die s/he'd simply ask for a role in a movie which the character dies.
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