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I believed that heaven was down the toilet (because fish going to heaven were flushed). On valentines day I flushed a valentine made of a napkin down the toilet. One the day-care provider caught me singing into the toilet.
Sally
When I was about 4, I used to believe that Hell was under our house, and if I was in the bathtub while the drain was open, I would go down the drain to Hell. If someone pulled the plug while I was in there I would jump out and run away, completely naked! And whenever my dad would go underneath the house, I though he was going into Hell.
Allie[3
I remember once after my grandparents died (5), My dad was trying to explain to me that they were in my heart, I was told that they went to heaven and there was no possibilty for them to be in two places at once. "They will always be in your heart"
"But they're up there"!!!!!
i was not chrstened and my friend was and when we were abut 8 i got really upset because she said that if u were not christened god doesnt love u and u wouldnt go to heaven i got really worked up she wont admit that she said that now
linzi
i beleived when i was a child, that heaven was the largest cloud in the sky, and all the little clouds were the angels floating towards heaven.
I used to believe that God was filming you 24/7 on what you do, and then shows the finished picture to your parents when you died. This freaked me out, and, now, I know better.
He writes it all down, of course.
A Constant Movie Star
Whe I was around 6 years old our teacher explained to us the orgin of Good Friday on the week that it was occuring. I took the story very literally and got it into my head that every year on Good Friday the world would end and start all over again. I was a shy kid and too afraid to ask any questions so I just sat there completely freaked out waiting for the world to end.
thatchubbykid
When i was younger, i imagened when you died you would take some of your favorite toys, and live in a mini playhouse in a big church. hey, it sounded good to me!
when i was little i used to believe that when you died you ended up at the top of a jungle gym with a lot of different slides, and each slide had a different animal or whatnot above it and whichever one you slid down thats what you were re-incarnated into.
weenie
Someone once told me I could get into heaven by doing "good works". I used to get excited when the papers my teacher handed back to me in class had a "Good Work!" sticker on it. Then, I began to wonder why I sometimes got papers back with an "Awesome!" or "Nice Job!"....
Cybela
My parents are atheists, and raised me as such, but nearly everyone else I knew was Christian. So I'd heard the Christian answer to "what happens when we die" because I had religious friends who had deceased relatives, but I'd never heard the secular answer. All I had heard from my parents on the subject was my dad's jest; "heaven must be awfully crowded."
For the longest time I was convinced that there wasn't enough room in heaven for atheists, so - naturally - we were allowed to keep on living forever until some space freed up. Yup. Still kind of disappointed about this one, actually.
Immortal?
I used to belive that when people died they would be reborn and have a different life, and grow u again in a constant circle.
I used to believe that when we died, we could only ask God one question. When I was little, I wanted to know what happened to the dinosaurs. When I got a bit older, I wanted to know who shot John F. Kennedy... To this day I still don't know which I'd rather know.
Jamie Lynn, Dallas TX
When I was younger I believed that heaven was just above the clouds and and when you died you would watch everything that the other people were doing and laugh at them!!~!!
Volleyball~chic
When I was about four I thought that if you could lift up the hem of an angel's dress you would find he was made of tightly packed dryer lint.
Carrie
When I was in 3rd grade, this rather unpleasant girl in my class told me that once in a while, when an evil person died and was supposed to go to hell, their spirit went to heaven by mistake. Good spirits sometimes ended up in hell as well and the devil would not send you back. I was traumatized, because my dog had recently died and I was panic-stricken with the thought that he might be in hell. Thank God I confided this to my mother as soon as I did, who quickly reassured me by saying hell and the devil don't even exist and that evil people just sleep when they die. Six years later, I still really dislike that girl for what she did to me.
miscarriages of justice in the afterlife
I used to believe that every time you blinked you took a picture of the scene in front of you and that when you died and went to heaven an angel would take your eyes out of your head and develope all of your "pictures".Then later when you got your pictures back you could have unlimited copies so you could trade with other people in heaven and learn about each other's experiences.
Christina
When I was 5 I first thought about death. I was raised Catholic and had been taught that good people went to heaven when they died, and lived there in a state of great happiness with God, forever and ever and ever and ever... Such existence seemed terrifyingly boring to me. (And when I write "terrifyingly" I mean exactly that.) Then again, the alternatives of hell and purgatory seemed just as boring, but also painful to boot. I concluded that "life after death" was horrible no matter how I sliced it. And therefore death was terrifying. Thinking about these things made me very scared, but I trusted my elders, and I hoped that when I grew up I would understand things better, and would see that there was nothing to be afraid of...
I think this counts as a childhood belief because I thought it all out on my own as a kid (I even remember where I was when I did), but it was pretty much the way I viewed the matter for as long as I remained Catholic in my mid teens. I have been an atheist for a long time now. I find death as scary as I did when I was five.
Gabe
In the 1970s, when I was six or seven years old, I came across a fundamentalist booklet that proclaimed "Hell on Earth in 1984." Since I didn't know any better I believed it and for a few years it floated around in the back of my head that I was doomed and my time was running out.
I used to believe that if I doubted the existence of God I would never be forgiven and could never go to Heaven. Then I did doubt God's existence at some point and then felt enormous guilt. It troubled me for a long time until I realized I was afraid of absolutely nothing. Thanks for traumatizing my childhood, "God".
Tom
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