When I was about 4 or so, I didn't really understand death. (But what 4 year old does?) I knew that the person went to heaven, but that was about it. I thought their body would just one day disapear and they would be in heaven. Well, one day, my mom had to go in early to work. (My mom was always around in the morning when I woke up.) When I got up, I went into my parents bedroom to see (to my horror) my mom's side empty. I fell on the floor and started crying so loud I woke up my dad. I was screaming "mommy's gone! mommy's gone!" but then my dad picked me up and said "it's ok, remember, she went to work early today." then i wiped my tears and said "...she did?" and my dad said "yep." and I was just so grateful that my mom wasn't dead.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that if i didn't work at school, i would have donkey ears, so now i work hard !!!— denis
- when i was younger i thought that areoplanes drove dead people to heavenAnon
- I used to believe the dead flew up to heaven.— Pierre, a French student in eighth grade
- I never did understand why it was "Our Father, who aren't in heaven".— Edith
- I used to believe that "Our Father, who art in heaven" meant that God was also a painter on the side. — Amanda
- Thunder was my dead uncle in heaven playing a round of bowling with God.— Mike