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I used to believe that when people die, they turn into a star.
When I was young at funerals people would say that the person who died was "gone to heaven" so for years I believed that our local graveyard was heaven
When I was little, I believed that when we fell asleep, we went to heaven and that's where our dreams took place (which would explain why we sometimes see passed loved ones), but when you woke up, you returned to earth.
I used to believe that if you ever lied you would automatically go to hell. I lied once about something when i was really little and started freaking out waiting for the earth to open up and hell to swallow me.
when i was little i always asked my mom if i could take my blankie to heaven. she said i could, so i always used to imagine my family soaring (all together) up to heaven, superman-style, with my blankie in my hand.
once I belived that heven is in the sky and you can see it when you fly.
I thought that Satan and The Devil were two different people!
When I was about five years old, my older brother, and cousin were teasing me about how I was going to hell, and how the Devil was coming after me. For some reason, I was convinced that the Devil was the burger snatcher from McDonalds. Needless to say, I was the only kid I knew who didn't want to eat at McDonald's.
I thought that Heaven was literally up in the sky and you could fly there in a plane
When I was a child, I would always let go of my balloons when I was outside. I was convinced I was sending them up to Heaven to be with my grandparents.
I remember probably the first time someone close in the family died, when I was about seven, I was confused about how they're laid out. I have a drawing I did of someone who died being on the cross like Jesus. I guess that's how I thought everyone who died was displayed. I was a weird (and religious) child.
For some reason I thought for a brief time that only people who never got stung by a bee in their life would go to Heaven
When I was little, I believed that when you died, you got to be a priest. The shock I got when I was an altar-server and found out the priests all lived!
One time when I was little, I accidentally let go of a balloon. I was crying and imagined the balloon up in balloon heaven crying for me too.
When i was on First Grade, one classmate died and my parents explain me that she goes to Heaven, so i firmly believe she could fallen down above our heads in any minute. Even i wrote a letter to ask her to be carefull on hers flyiings!!!!!
When I was little I knew that heaven was the place you went to when you died. So as we were passing a cemetery I said to my mom "look mom, it's heaven."
When I was little, I used to believe that whatever someone believed is what would happen to them after they died. Ex: If they believed in heaven and were a good person, then they'd go to heaven. If they believed in reincarnation, they would be reincarnated. If they didn't believe in any afterlife, than nothing would happen.
Then, I grew up and people tried to convince me that one belief was correct above all others and that everyone who didn't believe like me would go to hell.
I like my childhood belief better :D
i used to believe that when humans died they would be able to change into any animal they want..you know just die and live on as something else. i didn't know there was a such thing as 'god' until my friend took me to church...i think my child-hood belief is ok no one told me that it was natural.
When I was around age 7 I thought that heaven was this little shack that had only a kitchen in it and an old lady making cookies for a group of kids. and out side the shack it had thorn bushes growing around the out side and that the ground was made of clouds.
When I was really young. Before I understood what religions were about. I thought it'd be very frustrating that after you die again. You actually become reborn. But I didn't like that concept because. you'd have to relearn everything that you'd learn from your previous life.
Like refining your motor skills, walking, and I still used to trip when I walked. Writing, learning, it just seemed so boring. Why go back through all of that again when you learned it the first time.
I still don't know what to think.
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