death

i used to believe that people didn't die but decided to spend the rest of forever underground in a dark casket. Also, if one dead person wanted another person's casket because theirs was nicer, they would have dead person fights in the less nice casket and the winner moved to the nice casket.

i used to believe people who died, no died but they went towards other countries or they change in animals

I used to believe…

When I was about 7 or 8, my brother told me if someone looked at all four corners of a room at midnight, they would die the next time they went to sleep. I'm 25 now, and know it isn't true...I caught on by about age 10 or so...but I still can't bring myself to do it.

I used to believe…

when i was about 5 or 6, my great grandma died. of course, i didn't understand, but i asked my mom where she went, and she told me that she flew to heaven on an air plane. i just lost a grandmother, and that is what i told my little brother, who is 3.

I used to believe…

When i was 5 we owned a cat named flora who died the same year. my parents told me that she went to live on a farm. one day we were visited my grandparents farm and i saw a cat in a barn that looked like flora. i went to pet it and it hissed at me. i went home and cried cause i thaught that flora hated me.

I used to believe…

When I was around six I was told the joke:
Where do hamsters go when they die?
To Hamsterdam.

I took this literally and later asked my parents where Hamsterdam, being told that it was in Holland I thought that this was heaven and everyone went there when they died. At my grandfarthers funeral I told my grandma
"Don't worry, Grandad is in Holland now."

I used to believe…

As a child, my sisters and I were afraid to visit my grandmother if it was snowing out. Because we were afraid of having to stay over in her bed. Our reasoning? First Grandpa slept with her.... he died. Then her poodle started sleeping in the bed with her..... and died (very old dog). We really thought that if you sleep with our grandmother... you'll die.

I used to believe…

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that my brother was going to die first because he was older than me. When we used to argue and he'd tease me, I would say "Well you're gonna die before me anyways HAA HAA," until one day when my mom heard me and told us that it wasn't true. Much to my brothers relief i'm sure.

I used to believe that if I didn't hold my breath when we went past a cemetary, the souls of all the dead people would all try to get inside of me and kick my soul out.

I used to believe…

When i was about four or five i saw a rabbit sitting on a roundabout in the city. I belived up until my early teens that when rabbits went down burrows, they came to roundabouts which acted as saftey islands set up by the council so foxes couldn't eat them.
Whenever i saw a dead rabbit i told my dad to rite to the council. He never knew why

I used to believe…

Whenever we drove or walked by a graveyard i noticed that everybody made the sign of the cross. up to the age of eight i thought they were saying hello to all the dead people!

I used to believe…

when I was little, my older brother told me that if I inhaled the dust particles in the air, that I would die because they were toxic. I belived it until I was 13.

I used to believe that if we drove past a funeral home or cemetery, and I breathed while we were driving past it, I would die right away.

I'd hold my breath every time, which really sucked at a red light or if it was a big cemetery. I remember my mom telling me to stop holding my breath.

Once in a while I catch myself doing this now! Only when I am in the back seat of a car, though.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I first heard the term Opus Posthumous at about the time I was also hearing about heaven, celestial choirs of angels, etc. So with kid logic, I assumed that when great composers died, they went to heaven, and in heaven one does what one loves best. Thus somehow they composed new music and sent it back to earth for the rest of us to enjoy. I was disappointed to learn that the term merely covered works discovered after the composer's death.

(this could be religion, languages or music - you decide)

I used to think Euthanasia was youth in asia and couldn't understand why all those kids were being killed.

I used to believe…

When my grandfather died, we were at the wake and everyone was talking loudly. My little sister didn't really understand what was going on (she was 2), so she thought my grandpa was just sleeping so at one point she said to everyone, "ssh, he's sleeping!" Everyone started cracking up.