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I once found 5 pounds on the beach and my older brother told me that I would not go to heaven unless I shared it with him.
The next day he made me and my sisters help him beachcombing to try to find more.
I used to believe that our souls looked just our outside appearance, but dressed up in Victorian clothing. I don't know why I thought this, I just did.
When I was little, my family was relatively religious, so when I was caught lying I was told that I would "go to hell" for it. Afterwards I was always sent to my room. I started to believe that "hell" was just a clever "grownup" nickname for your room or another "time out" spot..seeings how thats where I always had to go for lying. I carried this belief up until kidnergarten when my teacher told the class about a time she misbehaved as a little girl and I told her "she need to go to hell for that one"!!
Once when i was 4, i was playing in the sandbox @ my preschool. I had dug so far that i got to the black part underneath the sand and i thought it was hell so i screamed and ran away.
when i was younger i thought that when you died that god made you an angel, he didnt know how to do the colored wash, so he just gave all the angles white clothes to wear.
Being born in a highly religious Catholic family, many of my beliefs and fears were centered in religion. I had great difficuly conceptualizing a 'soul'. I suppose I just went for whatever seemed the closest. It was the heel of a shoe. For many years I'd imagined my soul in the shape of a heel of a shoe living inside my chest. I thought when you died it floated out of your mouth with little white wings on each side of it.
I used to think that hell was under our carpet, so you can see how scared i was when the carpenter came to change our carpet.
I thought that once you'd die you'd go to heaven if you were good and hell if you were bad, of course, but I thought that if you were an awesomely good person God would let you come back as and animal and help people(discreetly). So I thought my cat was a person brought back to life since she was such a good cat.
An older cousin used to tell us that if we call the number 7777777 on the phone at midnight, it will reach hell directly. We can speak to our deceased relatives.
U kno the song that goes something like "what if God was one of us" i imaged that if God was one us then he must have a house and if he has a house he must have a phone number. if he had a phone number then angels must be answering it (because Gods busy watching out for us). So for a couple years i thought that heavan was a big house and after you die you go to that house and become a seceritary for God. You Manly answer the phone saying "God hotline please hold" or "for miricals press one for blessing press two etc.etc.
I also spent 2 years looking for God's phone number in the phone book.
I used to believe that the rays of light shining down from the sun were the pathways that dead people use to get to heaven.
I believed Purgatory was a like a doctor's office waiting room, only much bigger, filled with chairs and magazines to read while you waited to enter Heaven.
I used to believe that EVERYTHING went to heaven when it died. I used to picture fluffy clouds taking wrecked cars up to heaven and be scared that they would be too heavy and fall on me!
once me and my friend were digging a hole, and we were convinced that if we dug far enough, we would reach hell. Although we rather hoped we'd just run into bugs bunny instead.
When I was a kid, I thought Jerusalem, Bethlehem etc were all suburbs of Heaven. I was absolutely flabbergasted when I found out they were real places on Earth that you could go visit...
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 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 believed that people ascended into heaven by using a magic umbrella that somehow propelled them up, like Mary Poppins.
From a young age I believed in reincarnation, however I didn't fully understand the concept, as I was frightened I would come back as a gas fire
Aged 5, my little sister asked if you go to French heaven if you die in France. I told her I wasn't sure. She replied "Well I don't think we should die on holiday just in case. I can't speak very good French".
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