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)
A childhood belief about afterlife
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that where the sun peeks out from the clouds was where heaven was found.— Emily
- I once asked my CCD teacher if eternal bliss in Heaven would get boring after a while.— Some Dude With A Name
- Thunder was my dead uncle in heaven playing a round of bowling with God.— Mike
- I used to believe that the rays of sun coming through clouds were how God led newly dead souls into heaven.— Jenni
- I used to think life was a dream and I was in heavenAnon
- i used to believe that stars were people in heaven and the moon was god— Jessica