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.

Mr. Mastodon Farm

when i was little i used to believe dying your hair meant that when you died your hair would change colour to red or green or something.

snoopysowner

When my niece was 3, she inexplicably became hysterical one day. My sister had just come home from the store and had bought my niece a package of new underwear and told her it was because she was "getting older and needed a bigger size". My niece burst into tears and ran up to her room. After we calmed her down, she told us that she had been trying very hard not to get older because it would make her mother die. Her father's mother had just passed away and our mother had died long before my niece was born and she thought that when children got older it made their mothers die so she had been trying to prevent it. What a sweetie!

karel

I used to believe that my grandfather was dead and that the man i saw was just his ghost. I thought this because he already had his grave stone so he could be burried with his late wife. I saw that and though that ment he was dead.

Catie

I remember running into my mum and dad's room when I was little, bawling my eyes out saying I couldn't sleep. They asked me why and I replied "Mummy, what will happen to Rosie (my doll) when I die?"

Anon

Kind of sad but kind of funny!

My father died when I was 8 years old and my uncle moved in with us to help out. Every time our neighbor girl saw him ( she was 7) out in the yard she would scream at the top of her lungs and go running as fast as she could back home. Nobody could figure out why for the longest time! Found out a year later that she thought that my uncle was my dad's ghost and that she was the only one who could see him!

Anon

When my uncle died, my mom told me that we should keep him in our thoughts and prayers; that now, he could watch over us, all the time. I was so scared that he could see me when I took a shower or went to the bathroom.

Anon

i used to believe when someone died their image on photo's would disappear

beryl's girl

I used to believe that when people died, they vanished into thin air.

KJ

When I was a kid, I used to believe that when people died, they would stand up and walk to their own graves.

Mark (england)

I used to believe that 82 was the highest possible age for people, that if you hadn't already died, you would surely die when you were 82. This is because my great grandmother died at 82. I never concidered the fact that I had another great grandmother, still alive at 96.
I also believed that my grandfather died (at 59, when I was three) because he ate too much chopped liver.

Marita (Norway)

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.

Seth

I used to think that you died after you had breathed a million times. This resulted in spells of light-headedness as I went to sleep each night, attemtping to maximise my time alive.

ned

When I went to school I constantly believed what the other kids had told me.So far, as the hypochondiac I was,
I believed that:
If you ate shaving cream you'd die.
If you got three paper cuts you'd die.
The mirror ghost would kill me.
Any ghosts would kill me.
I'd have a heart attack from doing too much exercise.
My arteries would clot from eating cream
The other kids would really give in and twist my wrist off.
That's about all of the sad fears I can conjure up for now..Trust me there'll be more...

Jopp Linn Haze

i overheard my parents/sisters talking about my grandfather's death and the dangers of popping zits on your nose around the same time. for years after that, i believed that my grandfather had actually died from popping a zit on his nose!

Anon

When I was younger i heard all the stuff in church about 'eating christs body', but my mum was not religious so i never really had anyone to explain things to me, so I thought that we must be suppossed to literally eat EVERYONE we love once they died, but that we had stopped doing it here in britain because most people are not religious, but that in America, people still did it and that was what 'thanksgiving' was. All the people who died that year would be stored and then eaten by their family/friends on thanksgiving, and they would all be so 'thankfull' for the big meal they got. I also thought that spam was 'left over' dead people who died here in britian, who no one cared about, like tramps and stuff, and that they were made into spam so that the genral public would eat them as that would be the cheapest way of 'salivating' (salvating) them.

Anon

one day when i was quite young i was helping my mum set up a party for work, you know, decorations, balloons etc. i tried blowing a balloon up, and because you have to stretch them to make it easier, i couldnt do it, so my mum blew it up half way for me. but me being me wanted to do it all myself now, so i let the air out.
"well that was a waste of breath" she said, but i took it literally and thought we only had a certain amount of air to breath and we'd all eventually die when it ran out because of people who wasted it on whistles and sneezing etc.
weird eh?

Laura Lee

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.

Chey

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.

Neera

I used to believe that R.I.P. on a tombstone meant you had to rip it to make that person come alive again.So one day I went to my granny's grave and tried to rip the tombstone.

Robert J. Hoyt