death

I used to believe…

When i was 4 or 5 i remember telling my mother that she was by far my most favorite mother that i'd ever had. She laughed and told me she was the only mother that i had. I laughed at her, placeing a hand on her cheek, i remember thinking i was much smarter then her. No, i mean you my favorite of all the mothers i EVER had mom, from all my lives. i had been raised christan, to this day i don't know what i was thinking .

I used to believe that people lived forever... I only found out that people died at the age of 3 when my brother told me... I got really scared and every time something happened such as an eye lash falling out i'd be really worried and ask my parents "mummy/daddy will i die?"

I was two when my mom told me that Doctor Suess died. For some reason I thought he was the guy who made animal crackers.

I used to believe…

As a child I believed that if a character died in a film so did the actor playing them, though I knew that they were only actors. I asked my dad why film makers didn't just use criminals to play baddies as it wouldn't matter so much when they died. He was totally bemused. I just though it was part of the job if you were unlucky enough to get the role of a baddy.

I used to believe that if you listen a voice calling your name and reply, and nobody answer, its the death who was calling you; And some nights, I listened somebody calling me, but nobody was near of my bedroon, so I runned very fast to my bed, under my bedspreat, and stayed there all the night.

I used to believe…

Until I was maybe six or seven, I thought that when people died, they just repeated their lives over and over--like rewinding a videotape. When my grandmother was in a nursing home and made a comment about her hazy memories of being a teenager, I quite confidently told her that she'd be one again soon.

I believed my hamster died on 9/11 because of something I did wrong.

I used to believe…

When I was small, and my mom was bathing me, she would say "let me wash your body" and then would proceed to wash my genital area. So,,, whenever I heard from the radio that a "body" was found I got a horrific picture in my young head and wondered what happened to the rest of dead person.

i used to think guns shot poison bullets

I used to believe…

When i was 4, my uncle owned a farm where i spent weekends playing. One day i went to the pig pen only to find it empty? When i asked my uncle where the pigs had gone, he told me they had gone skiing and they would be back soon. Sure enough, each time the same thing happened and the pigs would return from skiing!

Never once did i question it!

I used to believe…

When I was a kid I though heaven is a bunch of big antic temples (like in Aten or Rome.) placed on clouds.
When I saw big white clouds on sky I tryed hard to see some buldings on them.
Also I thought Angels(all ppl who died) and God loved to watch what ppl on earth are doing caz they could see throo walls. *Jesus had some smarter stuff to do.
So when night came there was no clouds on sky caz heaven went on other side of Earth,where it was sunny,so angles and God could see everything.
I somethimes felt very uncomftrible in bathroom thinking how God and my dead uncle are watching me...

I used to believe…

When i was 4, my cat died.I wrote a letter to him telling him how much i missed and loved him, tied it to a balloon, and 'sent it' to heaven thinking god would find it and read it to him.

I used to believe that it was possible that a panel full of half-starved sharks might open at the bottom of the deep end of the community pool right as i'm in mid-dive from the diving board.

I used to think that it would take forever to float up to Heaven because it was way up in the sky. I always pictured people floating up in space, and finally reaching the top.

I used to believe…

when i was about 8 or 9, my dad took my sister and i to a chinese restraunt. there were quarter machines there. (you know, where you put in a quarter and somthing in a little bulb comes out. well i got a little squeeze toy (anger thing) and when i got home, my dad went to bed and my sister was in bed, too. i was the only one awake and i was just watching tv chewing on the anger thing. soon it bursted and a bunch of sand went into my mouth. i was freaking out because i thought it was poison! i thought i was gonna die! so i went running into my dads room and told him and he laughed and said 'yeah, your gonna die!' and started crying so i called my mom and told ehr i was going to die and that i loved her and then i told her why and she said i wasnt gonna die. i felt like killing my dad!

I used to believe that my grandfather was dead and that the man i saw was just his ghost. I thought this because he already had his grave stone so he could be burried with his late wife. I saw that and though that ment he was dead.