When I was a young child, my mother told me Jesus Christ lived inside my heart. So I always took great care with my body. When I fell down, or was pushed, or hit, I always worried if Jesus who lived in my heart was ok too. I felt I had to look after Him carefully, since He lived in my heart,and I tried not to do any risky stunts, like jumping off swings, because I might hurt Jesus in the process.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that Jesus and all of the wise men lived under my bed. — wuteve
- I used to believe that Jesus lived in the tower of the churchAnon
- I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.— David Araújo
- The song called heart of glass mixed me up as a kid. I heard "Heart and ass". — oops
- I used to think that when people had heart attacks someone came and stabbed their heartAnon
- I used to think that if you eat pig heart, you could grow another heart and be twice as healthier. Anon