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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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In my neighborhood we have notelephone poles, or wires or anything running along the outsides of the houses. All the wires are run underground. Out by my driveway in the ground there is a thing for the electrical companies to get to the wires if they need to. I used to think that this was my Grandpa Tony's grave. I used to pray by it, & place dandelions that i had picked from my yard on top.
As a child, my grandmother used to talk to me about life. One day, as I sat on her knees, she caressed my face and told me that she, too, would someday be leaving us to go to Heaven. Thinking I could fix this, and that I could at least save my mother, I went to her and said that I wouldn't have kids! When she asked why, I answered that this way she couldn't die... that only grandparents died.
When I was around six I was told the joke:
Where do hamsters go when they die?
To Hamsterdam.
I took this literally and later asked my parents where Hamsterdam, being told that it was in Holland I thought that this was heaven and everyone went there when they died. At my grandfarthers funeral I told my grandma
"Don't worry, Grandad is in Holland now."
My grandfather had been a gardener all his life and after he retired he taught me a great deal about gardening; tomatoe seed goes in, tomatoe plant comes out. Rose seeds go in, rose bushes come out. I thought it was a miracle.
He died when I was 8 and when they buried him I was mortally afraid that in a few months time, there would be a 'gradfather tree' on the cemetary, with copies of grandpa on the braches.
I used to think that when a person said that ghosts were in limbo, it meant that they were doing the limbo. I thought maybe instead of going towards the light they stayed playing the limbo, and if they touched the stick that meant they had no choice but to go towards the light. Lucky, I didnt believe it for too long. My friend told me what it really was.
At the age of five I overheard my fifteen year old brother say "We have to go plant Uncle Dick today", in regards to the cremated remains of my Uncle, whose funeral was that day.
I surmised, and believed for several years, that trees grew from people. People died and were "planted", at which time they grew in to trees...
When I was about nine or ten, I heard for the first time people talking about someone "putting her head in the oven" to kill herself. Of course it's something to do with breathing in the oven fumes, but I didn't know that. I thought if you wanted to kill yourself you had to cook your head, and when it got cooked through completely, you would die.
When we were quite smallmy sister and i would avoid the dining room. We thought since there was a "living" room that the dining room was the "dying" room". We thought people went in there to die. We were weird kids.
When I would watch TV and hear something like "Bank Robbery with two people killed, news at 11:00"...I thought that somebody KNEW this was going to happen, and I wondered why they never stopped it before it happened...at 11:00!
I believed that when some one died they became skeletons right away, So when my nana died I did not want to see her.
When i was younger i used to think that RIP on a tombstone meant REALLY IMPORTANT PERSON. I thought that they were more important that VIP (VERY IMPORTANT PERSON.) I guess i didn't catch onto the fact that everyone had RIP on theirs.
on grave stones when it said "R.I.P." i always thought that was their name. when i saw it on a lot of graves i thought, "wow a lot of people name their kids R.I.P."
I was told that if you ever raise your hand to hit your Mother, your hand would stand straight up in your coffin and they would have to break your arm to close it.
I thought when someone was cremated, their body was put into a huge butter churn and they were, well, "cremated"!
When my grandfather died, my father was trying to comfort my young brother by conveying to him in simple terms the idea of an eternal soul.
So he explained "It is only his body that has died."
For the following months, my poor brother believed in all seriousness that somewhere, our grandfather's disembodied head lived on.
when i was younger i use to believe that when someone died you could just send them a balloon and it would go up to heaven.
When I was younger, I used to think that coffins were cans that you put dead people in so that other people can eat them like sardines... So when my uncle died, and I went to his funeral, I cried and I asked my mum "Are people going to eat uncle Joe?!"
my brother once told me that the reason coffins were only halfway open was because the lower half of the body was cut off. That had me terrified at my mom's funeral. I was 8.
When I was about 7 I went up Blackpool Tower with my mum and dad and asked what would happen if you threw yourself off the top. My dad said you would end up on the street below as jam. For years I thought you actually turned into jam somehow on the way down. I feel really stupid now for ever thinking this.
I used to think that when you died you got to take whatever you were carrying with you to heaven. Every night I'd stick my hand through a hole in my blankie and wrap it around my wrist just in case I died in my sleep.
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