death

I used to believe…

once when i was little i was contemplating death and i asked my father if chickens went to heaven. he replied "i suppose they do" to which i said "it must be crowded."

I used to think that if you weren't buried in a cemetery or if you were cremated then your ghost would remain on Earth for eternity, and that was why you occasionally will hear voices.

I used to believe…

When I saw people get shot on tv when I was young, I used to think they were dead if they fell to the ground with their arms over their head. If their arms were down by their side, I thought they would be okay.

I used to believe…

when i was 12 i was in love with Elvis. i saw a movie where he dies. I cried for hours, cause i thought he was really dead. i would not belive my mom when she said it was just a movie and he was alive

I used to believe that a character who dies in a movie is played by a person who wants to commit suicide, so when a person wanted to die s/he'd simply ask for a role in a movie which the character dies.

I used to believe that if an actor died in a movie, that they would die in real life--thus, they would have to say good-bye to their families and friends before they did the movie.
Course, I was also five/six at the time!

i used to believe they killed animals on drama or movie but now.........

i used to believe they really killed on drama or movie

I used to believe…

My Aunt, my Mother, my 7 year old cousin and I went to visit my Grandads grave once. When my cousin (Luke) saw the vases at the gravestones, he kept staring curiously at them, until finally, he asked "I that how the people down there breath?"

I used to believe…

When I was little, I believed that I could call Heaven and talk to my dog that had passed away.. After I said my prayers each night I would "call" Heaven (with an imaginary phone that apparently had a direct connection) and ask to speak to "Queen"... I would even wait patiently while God put me on hold so He could go find her and tell her she had a call.. When she finally came on the line I would tell her random facts about my day and that I loved her and missed her very much and would talk to her tomorrow night.

I used to believe…

When my English class read "Of Mice and Men" a couple years ago, my teacher told us, "It's about euthanasia." Well, I misheard her and I thought she meant, "It's about the youth in Asia." So I read the first chapter and came in to class like, "What the heck? This isn't about Asian kids at all!"

I used to believe…

when i was little, i was so scared of death, as most kids are, i was so scared to go to sleep because i was afraid that i would die. I always heard people say, "Ohh... they died in their sleep." To comfort me, my mom, told me that it was impossible to die in your sleep. I guess I wanted to believe it so bad, I did for years. It wasn't until I was an adult with children of my own that my great-aunt passed away and to comfort me my mom hugged me and said, "It's OK honey, she died peacefully in her sleep." I was horrified! I turned and said, "That impossible." Then she explained the truth. Thank you mom for trying to comfort me, I wish I still believed.

I used to believe…

When I was little I'd been given a brief explanation of what death was. But I misunderstood some of it and i though that one day i would just walk into the livingroom and mum and dad would be there with cheery smiles on their faces saying, "Your going to die today!" I used to believe that and I was very scared.

I used to believe…

When i was younger, my mom used to tell me that if i wore my bra to bed I'd get breast cancer. I was very skeptical about this but still felt the need to warn my friends when I learned they slept with theirs on.

I think I was about five or six, but I developed this fascination with burping, sneezing, hiccupping, etc., and came up with the idea that if you did several such things at the same time, you would instantly die. I was sure that my dad knew the answer, but I couldn't just ask him straight out. I would say, "What would happen if you cough, sneeze, fart, burp, and hiccup at the same time?" I would be dissappointed when his answer didn't involve death. So I would re-phrase the question, (e.g. sneeze, hiccup, burp, cough, and fart), to try to ascertain the correct order. I was sure some combination would be lethal.

I used to have a dog named Piper who was a black Labrador. We were best mates and as a child I spent most of my time playing with him. One day my parents said that we had to send Piper away to a farm because he has more space there (we were moving house). It wasn't until about 2 months ago (I'm 18) that I discovered he was really put down! Turns out 'going to a farm' is the nice way to say it to a kid. I was shattered!