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For the longest time I was thoroughly convinced that when you stepped on a crack the devil could grab your ankle and drag you to hell. I also believed that if I didn't lift my feet when we passed hydro poles or trees or other roadside objects when in a moving car that something horrible would happen, but I never knew what because I always lifted them not wanting to find out......
I used to believe that God looked like the genie from Aladdin, except that he was so big that he actually surround the whole earth and that is why the sky looked blue - it was actually just god's belly.
For some reason I have yet to figure out, when I was a kid I decided that a persons "soul" looked like a cane and it was dead centre in the middle of our bodies and that when we died it would come out our mouth and float up to the sky. I believed that when it got to heaven it would morph into your ideal body (like it would be your body.. but no health problems or sickness, and it would look like your body would have if you were in peak condition..)
I actually believed this into my early teens....
Floating Canes
When I was very small but of talking age..my Dad and Mom took me into a Catholic Church. As I saw the Father coming down the hall I believed him to be Count Dracula. Maybe thats why I grew up Baptist. :-/
Supervisor
When I was a little kid I took the whole make everyone go to church thing quite seriously, and I kept trying to get a millionaire friend of my dad to go. He would always say that the roof would fall in if he walked into a church. I was convinced that he believed this to be true and that he thought his being fat would somehow compromise the integrity of the building. So I told him that there were many fat people who go to our church and It hasn't fallen in yet. My dad was totally embarrassed by my saying this but his friend practically gave himself a heart attack from laughing so hard. I learned much later that he was probably talking about not fitting in because he was a totally pervy party animal.
When I was a kid I was convinced there was going to be a rapture, and I was both thrilled and terrified of this. I "knew" that it was supposed to be on roshashannah(bad spelling) of 1987, but I was scared that all the trumpets were going to blow me apart on account of being so loud. (sort of like a big god bomb I guess.)
Anyway, on the appointed night I had one of those totally real feeling dreams, you know the kind, and I was sitting in the back yard when the trumpets went off. It was a most horrendous noise, and when I braced myself for the floating, which I was told was supposed to be a very fast sort of floating, nothing happened. Then a quirky song started playing, sort of like the snack break song in the movie "Ben-Hur" and that's when the credits started rolling signalling the end of the world, just like at the end of a movie. I don't remember what they said but it was sort of like an april fools kind of gotcha type thing. When I woke up the next morning I was relieved to me on planet earth because I was probably going to be able to have sex after all, that is unless the rapture predicters were off just a little bit. So for a month I waited for it to happen. Then I just accepted that It must sort of like one of those "a watched kettle never boils," type of concepts.
When i was a kid i used to think that the Holy Trinity was made up of 4 people. Father, Son, Holy and Ghost.
It sounds better in my native tongue (Portuguese)
Zeca
because of this line "give us each day our daily bread" I believed that all bread was sent directly from heaven and you had to eat bread everyday or else god would be offended.
G.loom
when I was a kid, (being catholic) I used to believe you prayed to the virgin mary becuse jesus was busy doing other things like cleaning his room or doing the dishes, so he was never available, so I had to ask his mom if he could talk to me.
ConfusedChristian
I believed when I was very little that the priest in our local Anglican church was Jesus. It's not like he was a disembodied voice whose source I couldn't see; I could see him perfectly well and he *looked* like Jesus. He wore robes and he had a friendly gentle face, hair that covered his ears, and a brown beard and mustache. Later I learned that he was actually Father Don.
Brenda
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