death

I used to believe that when you die you come back to life in the form of a bird or some other animal. One day when I was about 8 I was throwing rocks as I liked to test my aim, and I inadvertently injured a bird on a wire. For years I thought I re-killed someone and I prayed they wouldn't come after me.
Pretty silly now considering you only die once and all dead people are still in the grave.

I used to believe…

For the longest time I used to believe (kinda still do) that when people died in their sleep, they had that falling-from-the-sky dream and didn't wake up before they hit the ground.

I used to belief that I was gifted just like some one with special powers.I used to think that i would not die and fall sick.Even if I do when I was young I would pretend that I was all right.Right now in my 20's I found out I was going to die.I do hope i would still live my chilhood beliefs and hope for survival.

I used to believe…

When I was little i beleived that if u didnt hold ur breath when going by a cementary, u would suck in the soul of demon and die of evil posestion!

I still beleive that, 13 years later!!!!!

I used to believe…

When I was three or four years old, I must have been anxious about the concept of burial, because I remember being told that only the body gets put in the ground, while the soul goes to Heaven.

I guess I didn't know what a 'soul' was, but I knew that my 'body' was all the parts of me other than my head; therefore, souls must be heads. I had this mental picture of headless bodies underground in coffins, and Heaven as a beautiful garden full of happy disembodied heads.

Several of my elderly relatives died when I was around that age, and I probably gave up on that idea when I went to an open-casket funeral and saw that the body in the coffin did still have a head.

I used to think that if you entered a grave yard, that is when you died. I found it to be perfectly logical! But my parents quickly corrected (of course, now I have a rather unnatural obsession with cemetaries).

I believed that dead people could observe anything living people were doing. Whan my grandfather died I stopped masterbating for months and if I woke up with my hand down my pants I would pray to my grandfather to forgive me.

i thought RIP meant Ri I Parken (norwegian)
Means in english= Ride In the Park!
And then I thought all the people riding on a horse in the park was dead... scary...

I used to believe…

When I was about 5 or 6, I had just returned to Florida from a vacation in New York to visit my family up there. However, upon my return, my bird was nowhere to be found. I asked my parents about it, and they told me that the bird was jealous of me getting to go visit my family, so he went on vacation to visit his. I fully accepted this, and never gave it another thought. About 10 years or so later, I was sitting around with some friends, discussing family pets, and I mentioned having birds as a child. I started trying to remember what had happened to my bird, when I remembered the whole vacation story, and realised the bird never exactly came back from "vacation". I called up my mom, and sure enough, it was just a story they told to protect a young child from suffering the loss of a pet...

I was about five and my sisters dog had died. I was very sad about this. My mom told me the dog was in heaven and that if I were to talk to him he would be able to hear me and that he would write a letter back.She also told me if I got lucky he might say something back. I would talkto him every night and every night my mom would write a letter back to me, or every once in a while my dad would talk to the cracks of the door. A couple years later I decided to try again and see if it worked. It didn't. I told my mom and she confessed that it was her all along. Of course I didn't believe her and I continued to talk to my dog with no reply back.

I used to believe…

When I was about 7, I started to believe that if I went to sleep on my back with my hands folded over my stomach (like the traditional body in a coffin pose) that God would think I was dead and snatch me away to Heaven. I never slept on my back again just in case I put my hands like that. I got into such a habit that I still can never sleep on my back.

I used to believe…

When I was a littl'un and would get Deja Vu, I'd always think someone was going to stab me in the back a couple of seconds later.

I used to believe…

When I was about 4 we had a cocker spaniel named Buffy who died. I had a clear image in my head of Buffy's head becoming detatched from her body and being carried off by kind of a cartoonish looking comet that shot five pointed stars out the back and slowly drifted away from her body. And I believed that was how she died as if I had witnessed it myself. All of my parents friends would ask me how Buffy had died, and I would say, "she got her head chopped off," and they would kind of awkwardly laugh to each other about it. Eventually I asked and it turns out she died of heart worms.

I used to believe…

When i was little, i used to think that the bad guys really died in the movies. But in order not to kill a good person, they used people in prison to play the bad people.

I passed the Coroner's Court in Sheffield frequently, and regarded it with trepidation, since I thought that at an inquest the body of the deceased was in court, and that if I looked through the windows I might see a rotting corpse. I'm told that in the distant past this was actually so!

I used to believe…

All throughout my childhood, I believed that if I didn't hold my breath and put my feet up on the seat in front of me while going by a cemetery (in a car or bus, of course) and then count five red cars afterwards, in which only then I could breathe again, I'd have nightmares. And since I was a little kid, nightmares were a pretty scary thing.

Sometimes I still hold my breath while going by a cemetery. I haven't had a nightmare in quite a few years. :-)