A childhood belief about people

After I learned to ride my bike I rode it all over the neiborhood. Unfortunetly my bike was not very good and the chain would often fall off. One day while riding down the street, my chain fell off. I was terrified because there was a car coming. I knew I was about to die. I closed my eyes and braced for impact. When I opened my eyes again the car was gone. I knew I had just died. I sat on the curb and started to cry. Finally one of my brothers started yelling for me to come home. I slowly walked home, wondering what they would say when they saw I was dead. When I got home, my brother asked why I was crying. I told him all about my death. He laughed at me, called me stupid and probably won't let me forget it until I actually do die.