When I was about 6, I had no concept of death, so I thought when it was time for someone to "move on", it was one of these three options- notice that I thought one was still conscious when these things happened.
1. Be burned alive (cremation). I thought of it as a person just calming sitting in a sea of flames, feeling the fire burn.
2. Be chopped into small pieces (saw a tiny coffin in a picture dictionary once). That option terrified me, with all the pain and what not.
I remember making up my mind, and saying "I wanna be burned instead of chopped to pieces."
Man, I was a hardcore first grader back then.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- I thought the airport was a place that you get chopped into pieces in order to go to outer space! lol!!!— I don't know why you get chopped...
- I used to think that serial killers chopped their victims up into little pieces and eat them with their cerealAnon
- I always thought buffalo wings were chopped up pieces of buffalo.— Jkatcha
- I used to think that being fired meant they set you on fire.
Or they just chopped off your head.Anon - I used to believe that when a person was "fired" from their job, that they were literally burned at the stake.Anon
- I used to think when you smelled a fart, that you were breathing in tiny pieces of poop.— brandypandy