death

I used to believe…

when my uncle died a couple of days ago i thought he had cancer but he hanged himself

i used to believe that the dead cats on the road werent dead and that they just simply passed out cause they were scared. i told my mom this and she reassured me that once they woke up they would walk away and be safe from any harm.

I used to believe…

When I was six, my older cousin told me that the white rabbits in the neighbours' cage were an endangered species because they had red eyes. When I noticed the rabbits missing one day, I was told that the neighbours had eaten them. I was shocked! I ran to my parents in tears, demanding to know how it was possible that these evil people were eating endangered red-eyed rabbits.

(Needless to say, rabbits are far from endangered.)

I used to beleive that if you point at a graveyard, it would point back!!(whatever that meant)

I used to think that every one in the world was in a big-big-big room and you would tell your story and say like all the little details like i bought this and i stole that and the i thought that at the end, when you die it would be manditory to say "The End"

I used to believe…

once, when i was requested to take out the trash, i was frightened by an possum ... it was lying there on the ground, apparently dead, between me the garbage destination ... I was afraid to get closer because I had heard about how they pretend to be dead...so I didn't believe this one was really dead, but it was...

I used to believe…

when I was little I thought that when you died they removed your head, hence why they called them "dead BODIES". I always pictured a big freezer full of heads, or shelves and shelves of heads in jars, each one carefully labelled.

I used to believe…

One day my pet goldfish had died and I had to flush him down the tiolet into the sewers. An idea sprung up ni my head. If a lot of pet fish die each day and are flushed, what would happen at the sewage treatment factory? I would think that the waste would be on a conveyer belt and somebody would be categorizing waste. They would be like "Log.. Log.. Oh! Another goldfish! This is my lucky day!"
I still kind of wonder about that today.

I believed that when animals like cows and pigs were put to sleep by needles like pets were. Sadly when I watched the news at age 9 I found out the sad truth.

I used to believe…

When I was younger, I noticed how the dead animals on the highways were always at the SIDES rather thatn in the middle so I asked my mom, "How come people swerve to the side of the roads just to kill the animals???!!!"

I used to believe…

This isn't my own belief but my 4 year old cousins (She did this 2 years ago for a 6 month span). When her older sister's hamster died and they buried it in the yard my little cousin didn't understand so everyday would go outside and stand over the hamsters grave and scream ,"Hammy! Hammy Hampster!! Come out!! Where are you!!"

I used to believe…

When I was little I went to my Aunts house for a visit. She had a set of steps paved with smooth tiles that led to the basement. As she led me down the steps she told me to be careful because the steps were a little slippery and you could fall and hurt yourself or even die. I started to look around everywhere and then asked her where all the dead people were. The best part was her answer: "You don't just leave them lying around like that!"

I would ask why the people in the movie were just laying there, eyes wide, but not blinking, and they were really heavy and hard for other people to move, and they wouldn't talk either...
"Sleeping, hun. Like the racoons that were out by the garage. Sleeping, with open eyes."

I used to believe…

"Why is that racoon laying by the garage? And another one! A baby one!"
"Uhm.. they're sleeping. Yeah, so we had better go away before htey wake."
"But their eyes are open!"
"Racoons are special animals, they're noctournal, silly. Go inside now."

Not knowing what noctournal meant but not wanting to seem any less knowledgible, I just agreed and acted to understand.

I used to believe…

When my cat, Shadow, died of a tail infection when I was four, I was so sad that I drew thirteen pictures just for him and told my dad to mail the pictures to Heaven so that Shadow could see them. This was a yearlong hobby, until I found out that Heaven doesn't have a mailbox.

I used to believe…

when i was little my grandma died and i asked where she went and my mom said "She had went to a better place" and whenever we went somewhere cool or fancy i would look for grandma XDDD then i would say "did grandma go here" and my mom would be like "...Oo" X)