When I was really little, (about 3 or 4) my great-grandmother died and I had to attend the funeral. After everyone met at a family member's house I had never visited before, I got to ride in a limosine to the funeral home. I'm a Christian, and I was taught (and still believe) when you die, you go to heaven. There was an older girl sitting next to me (probably a second cousin or something) and I was tired and wanted to take a nap in the limo, and I just told her, "Wake me up when we get to heaven!" I thought the funeral home was heaven. I went through the whole funeral and banquet afterwards thinking I was in heaven. Fortunantly, my mom corrected me not much longer after.
A childhood belief about afterlife
others believed things like this
- My great grandmother died when I was 9. I didn't go to the funeral because I thought she'd be a skeleton. — Angela
- When i went to a funeral only a bit of the coffin was open so i thought when u died you turned into a migit.— Andrew
- My mom told me one day that she was going to a funeral. I thought it was a place to buy fruit.— Paulette
- When you saw a funeral go by, you had to grab a button on your shirt.Anon
- i used to believe that when i was in funeral the person in the casket was just asleep for a while— Edgar
- I used to think that at funeral homes, dead bodies were propped up on the furniture, just hanging out!— pam