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I used to think that heaven was something of a Chuckie Cheese's, and you started out with 1 million tokens, and for each sin you commited, you lost a token, and each good thing, you gained one.
There was a concrete bottom to the sandbox at my elementary school. I believed Hell was just underneath.
I used to think (and kind of still do) that when you die, you fly up an elevator to Heaven (floor 100) and you would be led to a room with computers. There you could scroll down until you found the form of life you liked. Then you would be that, and start over. (You couldn't be a thing more than once) And when you have been everything, you grow wings and go to either Heaven or Hell, where you meet eternal happiness (I have pictured people sitting on chairs perched on clouds reading newspapers and drinking coffee) or torture (bowling with your head)
whenever i got yelled at for doing something i hadn't done, and my parents didn't believe me, i thought they would be sorry when they got to heaven and found out the truth. i thought you would review your entire life in some form before going on your way. i think some teacher planted that idea in my brain.
When I was a kid, before my parents said anything about Heaven and Hell and all that, I used to believe that, after you die, your simply born again, as a baby, then you live your life again. I find this very odd, since before that, I had never even heard about reincarnation, I came up with it on my own.
I used to believe that if I stomped too hard on the ground, I could go through because hell was held up by a wood frame under the dirt.
When I was little, I always thought that God kept a type of scoreboard for each person on Earth. The way the scoreboard worked was that everytime you did a good deed, you would get a point for Heaven [extra extra good things gave you two points, three points max.] If you did something bad or unChristian, you would get a point towards Hell. Now, it doesnt seem that weird at this point, but this is where i dont know where my mind was. This is when the second you die, an exact replica of Jesus except super math smart adds together all your points for Heaven & Hell. Whichever side has more points is where u go. And if you died for another person (i.e. dying in a war) then you would automatically go to Heaven unless you were fighting for the bad guys.
I used to believe that everything you said in your lifetime was recorded in heaven and used against you at the Pearly Gates.
I wasn't raised in a relgious household, so I only had vauge conceptions of heaven and hell. I thought that Heaven and Hell were right next to each other in the clouds.
i used to belive life had already happened... i was just watching my judgement
I used to believe that if you said hell 50 times you went to hell
I used to believe that there was this place called StrawberryLand. It was like a Heaven Me and my imaginary friend Maple Syrup thought we'd go there after we'd die. We could ride roller coasters and eat nothing but strawberries once we arrived.
my mom used to tell me that before she was born she was a dog that used to belong to my dad.Now I don't believe
her!
I used to think that if people had been bad before they died they would be reincarnated as an ant, and if you had been good you would be reincarnated as a lion/tiger
I used to believe that the rays of sun coming through clouds were how God led newly dead souls into heaven.
When I was little,I used to believe that when a person died,If they were good,they'd get wings and,if they were bad,they'd grow horns
I used to believe that when I died God would grant me one wish...and I was going to ask him to go all the different places in the universe.
I used to think that heaven looked like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory with lollipops growing up from the ground.
When I was young i tought that when anyone died they would have to choose an animal to come back to earth as. I wanted to be a butterfly but then thought they don't live long enough
I used to believe that your soul was a millimeter thick, right under your skin, and looked exactly like you
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