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When I was younger, I used to believe that heaven was a very long bench. So one day I asked my mom,"when you die, would you save a seat for me"?
When I was a child, I used to believe that if I died as a child, I might be turned into one of those Cupid-like, naked or diapered, sexless cherub children. Teenage and adult angels (I used to think people who died became angels) got robes, but cherubic children had to be naked or diapered for eternity. Heaven was beautiful but scary/humiliating.
I'm not sure if I believed the diapers were needed (as they are in babyhood).
I used to think that i would live all the lifes of the persons who are called like me, in that way, we will know all the kinds of lifes possibles, and our soul will be more mature.
In church school we were always taught that heaven was in the sky.
My friend and I spent many a day looking out the window of our bus and trying to figure out which cloud was big enough to hold heaven.
I was raised as a Christian and I had heard of Christians being jokingly refered to as Bible Bashers.
At age 3, I though it meant that all you had to do to convert someone to Christianity was to hit them with a Bible.
Thus, I repeatedly beat the cat with my copy of the Gideon's to prevent her from going to hell.
After reading a label on a small bottle of Holy Water, I thought it could bring my dead grandfather back to life. I didn't dare try it though, I guess I was too scared. I only realized it a few years later after reading the label again.
When I was about 9, my family moved. In our new home, we went to a church that focused much more strongly on the "end times" than our old church did. I was taught that when Jesus Christ returned to judge all men (the Rapture), the Christians would be taken up "into the air" (like the Bible says) in their own physical bodies instead of having to die first. I thought that if I was inside a building or underground at the time, I could not go to Heaven, because my body would not go through the material overhead and fly up into the air with God. I used to pray, terrified, every night for God to double-check to make sure I was outside before He started the end of the world.
When I was around 4 or 5, my mom would sometimes call me her little devil...I thought when people died they'd go to a place called " Fire Canyon", and become little devils too, and I'd have more friends...then I found out the truth...I was a little confused at first,lol.
When I was young, my great-grandfather died and "went to heaven," according to my mother.
Then, at most a year later, my dog died. My brother was asking my mom if the dog was in heaven. At this point, we were driving past an apartment complex set up on a hill and surrounded by trees. my mom responded, "Yeah, Sheba's in Heaven with Pampi," while gesturing towards the sky, but I thought she was pointing to the apartment complex... and I thought for the longest time that Heaven was in that apartment complex on the hill surrounded by trees. I couldnt' understand why, if they were right there,why they just couldn't come home.
I used to think that when you died, you spent a period of time in heaven, and then went to hell -- sort of a reverse purgatory. This came from the fact that this was what happened in that "Found a Peanut" song (where the guy eats a rotten peanut and dies) when my mom sung it.
when i waz little i thot (this was brought on by my mom) that u could just pray for what u wanted to play with in heaven after you died. i was about 4 at the time and prayed that barbies and t.y.s would be waiting on me as soon as i died. i couldnt wait!
i used to believe that after you died that you would see god in heaven and help him out with the world!
I used to believe that the visible rays of the sun were beaming people up to heaven. like in star trek.
I used to believe that my entire family would die at the same time, and that heaven was this giant staircase where everyone sat around naked forever.
For no apparent reason, I used to envision heaven as a series of rooms connected by tunnels. In the biggest room, God sat in a throne and Jesus sat at his right side. In the corner of the room, there was a trap door where dead bodies would come from Earth. Worker angels would pile the bodies up in stacks, then later come back and zap them with afterlife. Then they would turn into angels and float around through the tunnels. I didn't really look forward to heaven.
I used to think if you went to hell you would become a "bad angel" and could walk through fire and not get hurt.
My mom told me that everytime you sinned you got a little piece of your circle taken away. The circle is like your soul or like if the whole circle is gone you don't go to heaven.
I thought that if you go to Antartica that you would fall and go to hell.
I used to believe that if I could find a ladder long enough, I could climb up to the sky, look through the holes there (the stars) and see heaven on the other side.
I used to believe that the transformers on the top of telephone poles were actually all individual heavens were people went when they died. Dont ask me why i beleive this, perhaps because heaven was in the sky and they looked like little boxes way up high were people might live. I thought everyone got one of those and it was heaven inside.
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