death

I used to believe…

My sister, at about 4 was sitting on the swing crying. I went out to see what was wrong ahd she said she was crying because she was worried about dying.
In my 9 year old wisdom, I told her that she still had 96 more years to live, because you die at 100. I then told her that I only had 91 years left and mum and dad had a lot less than that. She burst into fresh tears at this, saying "You'll all be dead and I'll be alone...."

i used to believe that horror movies were about real people and they would come after me and kill me or something lol it sounds silly

I used to believe…

One time when I was little, we were passing a cemetary and my brother told me that the dead people would breathe on me if I breathed on them. Dead people can't breathe because they are dead. Sometimes when I pass buy the cemetary I still hold my breath.

I used to be terrified of the numbers 18 and 19. I think I thought that when you turned 18 or 19, you die.

I used to believe…

When I was little, one time when we drove pass a cemetary, asked my mom what the field filled with stones was. She told me it was a cemetary. I was content with the answer, and didn't ask for any further explaination,despite the fact I didn't know what a cemetary was. Whenever we went by a cemetary, I would always point it out to my mom. Once when I was four, we drove by a really big cemetary. For some reason, I started sing, "We live in a cemetary!" My mom then said,"Dead people live in cemetaries." I thought that they took dead bodies and stuffed them into the headstone instead o f burring them.
When I was younger, just saying died, death, dying, passed away, or dead would make me scream in terror on the inside. So that added to the creep factor.
(When I started kindergarten and we learned a little about Martin Luther King, Abraham Licoln, and George Washington, when the teacher said something about how they died or when they died and stuff like that, I was terrified.)

i was raised on tom waits music and whereas most people believed that it was bad luck to not hold one's breath passing a graveyard i always whistled.

I used to believe…

When I was a little girl (like 5-6 yoa), my grandmother explained to me that people are buried after death. Obviously, I got uncomfortable with the idea of being beneath the ground forever and not feeling anything, so she told me that a tree can grow on a dead person's burial site. I thought people could be buried anywhere (not just at cemeteries) and started to worry that passers-by could hurt me by picking at my leaves. So I asked my grandma if there'd be a way to protect me from that, to which she replied that people shouldn't do that kind of stuff with any tree...

I used to believe…

when my dog gracey died me and mum said that one day we would have a littel grace and old grce's soul would live though the puppy,i still believe today

I never thought that people would die when they grow old. I used to think that we will just keep growing and growing and growing. Growing taller, and growing bigger.

Thus for some time, i wondered, where the BIG old giants who have grown for the past 100+++ years were because i dont see them out of my window.

I used to believe…

when i was young, my parents used to tell my brother and I that the bales of hay in the fields were dead cows. we were horrified and believed it for years.

I used to believe…

when my sister and I were young, she told me that if I went to sleep laying on my back, i would die. I believed her for years.

I used to believe…

hought "R.I.P" on a gravestone ment that peopkle wanted the body ripped up, so no goatst would come to haunt them.

I used to believe…

when i was about 6, i was convinced that when a movie was made where people get shot, they would ask people who wanted to kill themselves to do the job.

I remember wondering what happened to bugs when they died, i was afraid that they went to heven because i could only immagine how many bugs will have died when I get up there, i pictures heven for years as this big kingdom in the sky absolutley coated in bugs.

I used to believe…

When I was five, my Grandad died. A few months later, my cousin had a baby. When I asked my Mum why my cousin's baby had been born after my Grandad died, she said it was because when someone in a family died, someone was born to replace them. The next time there was a birth in the family, I was terrified that someone else was going to die!

I used to believe…

When I was wee I went to horse rining. Once when we were coming back from Donegal, we stopped in a resteraunt. That was when my mum made a big mistake, she said "I could eat a horse". I was horrified and told the waiter that my mum was a 'horse murderer' and made sure my dad took me to horse riding.

This went on for a couple of month untill it stopped becoming a joke for my parents.