death

I used to believe…

My Grandad died when I was three, but my Nan used to tell me he was going to come back one day, so I used to write letters to God asking him to bring him back sooner cos I missed him.

I used to believe…

When I was nine or ten, I found a grasshopper and decided to keep it as a pet. I named it Hopper, I think, and I kept him in a shoe box with leaves and a drop of water. I kept him for several days, and after awhile he stopped eating and moving completely. I thought that he was sad, so I decided to release him back into the wild, a.k.a. my back yard. I put Hopper on the patio table and left him there, expecting him to hop away eventually. He didn't move AT ALL for the next couple of days, but for some reason I never realized he was dead. He was even covered in ants at one point, and I just brushed them off 'cuz I didn't want them to hurt Hopper. He dissaperad from the table after that.

It wasn't until a few days ago I realized that not only was Hopper dead after Day Two, but that the leaf I gave him was poisonous; it was the kind with milk in it. Poor Hopper!

I used to believe…

When I was a little kid I used to think that when people died they'd stop still where they were like they were frozen and they'd stick their tongues out of the corner of their mouth! To this day I get freaked out if I see someone sticking their tongue out of the corner of their mouth!! lol :)

I used to believe that (on tv and therefore in real life) if shot or attacked, a person was only dead if they lay face-up in a spread eagle pose, and that lying in any other position meant they were just injured.

I used to believe…

one time i wanted to give my hamster a bath and i thought an easy way of doing it was to put it in the washer(because well yeah you wash stuff in the washer) so i put it in the locker lets just say my mom had that stain for a long time and i still feel bad about it.

I used to believe that whenever a church bell rang, someone had died.

I used to believe that when people died, they turned into stones. The reason for this is because I saw at the graveyards, people had their gravestones on their graves... sad but true.

I used to believe…

my dog died when i was about 5 or 6, and we buried it in the back yard. i didnt realize it was dead- i didnt understand it, and about 3 months later, i dug it up, and carried it inside- bones and all, and set it on the carpet because i missed it.

I used to believe that there was a small man living inside your chest and he had a stick and he would beat the inside of your chest. When he got tired after many years he would stop, and you would die because your heart had stopped. I remember this because the adults were discussing the death of someone, and they said that he had chest pains, and his heart stopped, and he died.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to beleive that the food you ate always stayed in your stomach. And eventually you died because the food kept piling up until you choked on it and died.

I used to believe that when people died, their bodies would immediately turn in to a skeleton

I used to believe…

when i was little my mom got me 2 turtles. a month later one died and my mom then told me it kiked the bucket. i thought for months that it kiked the tank and that was the end of it. a week later i went to my mom and asked "mom weres auroa!?" she looked at me and laughed i will never forget it!

i use to believe that when you died you were reborn, but you had different mommies and daddies

I was four when my grandmother died. My mom explained to me what death was and that grandma would not be coming back. So when someone asked about what happened to my grandmother not too long afterwards I explained to them that she was in prison, because I didn't understand that someone could go anywhere else for a long time and not come back.

I used to believe…

When my sister was little she loved the movie Poltergiest. then one day my mom heard that the girl died and told my sister. and then she said "will she still be in my movie?"

I used to believe…

My grandma died when I was young. I used to believe that on days when the clouds were really puffly and the skies really blue, if I looked hard enough, I could see my Grandma watching me. All the angles could peek over the puffy clouds and see everyone on earth.