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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 when someone died their head fell off, even if they'd did of say, a heart attack. I think this came from how a dead person if always referred to as a body, as in "they're going to cremate the body". It just seemed natura to assume that they either did something else with the head or that it fell of.
I always used to wonder how an actor that had died in his previous movie had come to life again in his next flick. I actually thought that actors had superpowers so that they could return from the dead.
I remember I started wondering how old my mom was when I was about 6. I asked her a few times, but she never would tell me, and would always end up to changing the subject. Then one day she answered and said she was 32. I was dumbfounded and disheartened. In that instant I believed my mother was very old, and did not have much longer to live. I spent the next sleepless week following my mom around, staring at her while she slept in bed to make sure she was still breathing, panicking when I heard her coughing from a cold that she had, and pounding on the bathroom door when I thought she was too quite in there. Honestly, it took me a good week to get over that one.
When I was little I'd been given a brief explanation of what death was. But I misunderstood some of it and i though that one day i would just walk into the livingroom and mum and dad would be there with cheery smiles on their faces saying, "Your going to die today!" I used to believe that and I was very scared.
When I was in grade school, and first began reading some articles in our city's newspaper, I sometimes read about someone's body being found. After my mother explained that this meant the person was dead, I assumed it also meant that these dead people were often decapitated, since I pictured that these articles refered to finding dead people's bodies only -- as opposed to a body with a head.
When I was little I thought your hair grew when you died. When I was 4 or 5 my Great Grandma had no hair because she was sick and when we went to her wake she had a wig on and i was scared. Lame I know.
I thought "cemetery" was "Jim and Terry", a couple that were friends with my parents. When anybody mentioned the cemetery, i thought they were talking about Jim and Terry's house.
My older brother told me that speed bumps were really dead people covered in cement.
My great uncle passed away when I was quite young. For some strange reason, I figured dead people would be put in their coffins to be burried naked (I guess I didn't see the use of them bringing any clothes along or something... Though maybe my not being able to go to the funeral was the tip-off.).
I used to believe that people were never shot in the back so I always slept on my stomach to protect myself from murdering invaders in the night.
When I was litle, I thought we died and came back as someone else (recarination). I was positive in my previous life I was Minnie Mouse. Later when I went to Disney World I was disgusted at the thought of being Minnie Mouse since Minnie Mouse was "married" to Mickey.
When I was 4 I used to believe that when a man or a woman died he or she would fly to Heaven.When my grandfather died, my parents didn't want to let me see him dead and I spent much time by the window in order to see him flying to the sky
i used to believe that the little dust particles that you can only see in the light were spirits and everytime i saw them i would get really close and look for my grandpa's
My Mother used to tell me only the good die young and I would live to be 100+ years old because I was bad.
I used to believe that if you didnt rush into an elevator fast enough, the doors would close on you and chop off your limbs, or even kill you. I only thought this because i remember watching television one day when i was very young and ill so taking time off school, and there was a programme where the subject was the dangers of not entering lifts fast enough, and there was a plastic model of a woman there with no arms, and she was suppossed to be an example of what had happened to a real girl. I really must have hallucinated the whole thing!
When I was little, I always lifted my feet off the floor of the car when we passed a graveyard. Someone had told me once if I didn't do this the souls of the dead would latch onto my feet and pull my soul out from my body. I did this up until I was 15 and I was learning to drive... I kept my feet on the pedals but I was sure tempted to lift them off.
The Norwegian coins all have pictures of the king on them. When I was about 4 years old the king died, but the coins with his picture were still in circulation. My granmother told me stories about the dead king, and also of my dead granfather. I got the two mixed up, and was convinced that the guy on the coins were infact my granfather. Hey, they were both dead right!
I thought dead ppl came back as zombies and ate peoples brains and that is why they buried the ppls undergrounds so the zombies could not escape.
And i was r8 scared of zombies
ROFL
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that my brother was going to die first because he was older than me. When we used to argue and he'd tease me, I would say "Well you're gonna die before me anyways HAA HAA," until one day when my mom heard me and told us that it wasn't true. Much to my brothers relief i'm sure.
When my grandfather died, we were at the wake and everyone was talking loudly. My little sister didn't really understand what was going on (she was 2), so she thought my grandpa was just sleeping so at one point she said to everyone, "ssh, he's sleeping!" Everyone started cracking up.
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