death

I used to believe that when you died that you would have to fall over to be considered "dead
' so i thought if i just held onto something like a pole when i was about to die i would never fall over therefore live forever.

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When i was younger than 11, i belived that people risked and sold their lives for movies. So i say to my daddy, how come people die for movies, like that guy got shot with an arrow and died, why whoud he do such a dumb thing. Dad, i thought that guy was dead (as i saw the same actor in another movie) he said, yea in the movie. I was puzzled, so im thinking harder, people die then come alive and die again? lolz... i found out by watching how they made the movie...

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When I was little (5 or 6 at most), I found a dead bird in the yard. I picked it up and brought it in to my dad, who yelled at me about the germs and told me to throw it back outside and wash my hands. I was so upset, because I had the firm belief that my dad could bring the poor birdy back to life. I mean...he could do everything else. Why not that?

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We used to walk to gradeschool, even in bad weather. It was firmly believed, however, that if you wore galoshes and kept them on all day, you would DIE!

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When I was about 6 years old I got up early one morning to draw. I was using the pens in my stepdads office and found some white-out (the white liquid that you use to coverup any mistakes). I used HEAPS of the white-out on my drawings until I saw that the warning on pen which said 'Excessive inhalation of white-out fumes may cause death'. This warning stopped me in my tracks because the whole room smelt of the white-out. I began to cry hysterically because I thought that once you inhale the fumes it takes a couple of hours to kill you. I ran into my parents bedroom to tell them that I was going to die only to find my stepdad on top of my mum 'doing the deed'. They both looked over at me and yelled that I need to knock and for me to get out. I ran out and lay down on my bed feeling extremely depressed that I was going to die and that my parents didn't care. Eventually my mum came in (dressed in a bathrobe) and after I explained my iminent death she told what the warning label actually meant.

Quite a way to catch your parents having sex, isn't it?

I used to believe that every one was born with a set amount of sentances and once you got to your last sentance you died. The amount varried from person to person, and that's why people died at different ages. This is also why people spoke about 'last words'

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My grandmother died when I was 9. I asked my mother what had happened and she told me grandma had went to sleep and never woke up. I ended up being the only insomniac in my 4th grade class. It was years before I could sleep normal.

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This on we must put half the blame on Stephen King. My mom was watching Carrie and at the end, when Carrie's hand pops out of the grave, my mom looked at me and said "that is what happens when you step on a grave." I still walk carefully in a grave yard.

I used to believe that when people died and were buried, the bottoms of their coffins would open, the dead person would fall out and join the underground party that all the other dead people were at. It's like I thought there was this huge party six and a half feet under the cemetary.

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When I was a child , I use to believe that I will live forever , but now I am not sure.

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When I was little, I would play the old NES-SNES kirby games, in the games, kirby's mode of transport was a flying star. I thought when I died, an angel would come down, and send me to heaven on a flying star.

I used to believe you would instantly die if you touched a bullet

i used too think that when you died you went too heaven-and heaven was the sky and every cloud was a house for a dead person and when it rained god was happy raining god is crying etc etc.I also believed that you had too have flying lessons before you went too heaven because you needed too fly too be in heaven and if you failed the test you went too hell and hell is were the devil chops of your head.ouch.

I used to believe when a family member or friend passed away they would become a star.

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There is a girl in our Year 3 class (8 yrs old) whose nan has sadly passed away recently due to a stroke.

We were obvoiously concerned about her, particulary as she was displaying some really odd behaviour soon after the death - she kept walking up to her class teacher, and gently patting her on the arm and then standing back and staring at her intently.

It took a while, but we eventually worked out that she didn't understand why her nan had died, and was seeing if she could kill her teacher by giving her a 'stroke'!

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When I was 5 years old my grandmother died and when I saw her in the casket with the bottom part closed, I thought that the funeral home cut off the bottom part of their legs so they couldn't walk after they died. My dad told me that even after my grandmother was gone, she could still see me so I had nightmares that she was standing by my bed watching me sleep.