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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 caskets look like ordinary wodden boxes, rather small and they would have inscriptions like "handle with care" and "this side up". of course you would have to fold the dead people to get them inside....
i have never been to a funeral in my childhood.
When I was 6, I believed that the Grim Ripper killed little girls.For Halloween my older sister dressed up as the Grim Ripper. At 2 o'clock in the morning she came in with her costume on and started shaking me and whispering in creepy voice "Tonight you will die." After that I jumped off my bed and ran into my parents room. That was were I fell and got a scar on my face I still have today. I still didnt believe my parents when they told me it was my sister. I still believe that the Grim Ripper only killed little girls until I was 8 and watched the movie and realized there were no little girls in it.
I used to believe that when i died it was like a super mario game... I had a certain number of lives.
I used to believe that dead people were conscious and able to talk once they had been buried, and that the corpses used to yell to the people buried near them and have conversations and stuff, but that only other dead people could hear them because they were underground. I used to think they must get really bored just lying in their coffins forever.
When I was in 1st grade I remeber hearing my mother saying my pre-school teacher went to heaven, by that I thought that she took a plane and flew to heaven , couple of weeks later I asked "Is she back from her trip yet?"
i used to believe people were put in coffins because they were special cars that could drive you to heaven!
When I was younger (about 10 years old) I thought that the death cross (you know,the scall and the bones in a cross over it) meant the same as the hospital cross. So when my grandma was on the hospital me and my sister drew her a drawing. I wrote "you`re gonna be fine" etc. And in the bottom of the drwaing I put a death cross with a frame around it! I`m sure that must have been nice to rescive......
when i was younger, i had these weird pains on my body a couple times a day that felt like pinching. it was right after my great grandpa died, and i was certain his ghost was following me around and pinching me to let me know he was still there.
I used to think that when you died. You used to float up into the clouds. So whenever I saw a break in the clouds with the sun shining through in the distance, I thought somebody was floating up to heaven!
All throughout my childhood, I believed that if I didn't hold my breath and put my feet up on the seat in front of me while going by a cemetery (in a car or bus, of course) and then count five red cars afterwards, in which only then I could breathe again, I'd have nightmares. And since I was a little kid, nightmares were a pretty scary thing.
Sometimes I still hold my breath while going by a cemetery. I haven't had a nightmare in quite a few years. :-)
When I was a child I used to be scared to say the part of the night time prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep", that went "If I should die before I awake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." I used to believe that was sort of telling God I didnt mind dying in my sleep. So I would never, ever say it.
I used to think that when you go to Heaven, you could keep anything you want if you stuff your pockets with what you wanted to bring.
I never thought that people would die when they grow old. I used to think that we will just keep growing and growing and growing. Growing taller, and growing bigger.
Thus for some time, i wondered, where the BIG old giants who have grown for the past 100+++ years were because i dont see them out of my window.
When I was young my mother told me that old people kind of shrink. I thought that they shrunk into babies.
This isn't my story it's my teacher's. it makes me laugh every time.
When my teacher was little, her older brother told her that anyone at anytime could spontaniously combust. She slept witha cup of water next to her every night. =P
When my Nana died I asked my Mum where does she go when she is dead. My Mum advised that she turns to "dust". It was my job at the time to do the dusting and I refused to do it as I didn't want to "dust" my Nana off the furniture etc.
I used to belive that when an animal or a person passed away that they turned into a cloud in the sky and floated away to heaven.
A religious friend of mine in grade 1 told me that if I pointed to a cemetary, my finger would shrivel and fall off. I didn't believe him, so for years, I would point at every cemetary I could find. This habit continued well into my twenties.
When I was seven years old my grandma died. My father and my grandpa was with her when she died. When dad came home and told me garandma was dead, I got pissed off at him because he hadn't taken me to se her die, because I thought God would stretch his hand down and she would climb onto it and God would take her to heaven.......
Afterwards I used to dream that I spoke with her, and I thought it was for real.
When I was a child I thought all the people that died turned into manikins needless to say I was afraid of them.
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