death

I used to believe…

When I was little I asked my mother how the "lucky rabbit foot" got color. (ie purple, blue, pink... etc) She told me that they dyed them. I thought that meant that rabbits turned colors after thay died!

i used to think when people died and when they were in the coffin at church they would suddenly sit up in the coffin everyone would clap and everyone would be happy

I used to believe…

When I was in 1st grade I had to stay after and wash the chalkboard. And as I was washing it I had a nickle in my mouth. Well I reached up to clean the high part of the board and swallowed the nickle and for the longest time I thought I was going to die.

I used to believe…

When I was about 5, I as writing with a pencil and poked myself in the leg on accident. Well, I had heard about lead poisoning and knew lead was what was in pencils, so I thought I had lead poisoning and was about to die. So I started crying and kissed all my stuffed animals goodbye and reflected on my terribly short life.

I used to think that the poeple who died in movies were actually death-row inmates that got to choose this way to be killed

I used to believe…

My dad died when I was 7 and was cremated. I didnt go to the funeral, but found out that cremated meant burnt, I thought they built a big bonfire and flung the body on. The worse thing, it wasnt until I was about 18 that I found out that it didnt happen like that !!

I used to believe…

till I was 8 i thought that all people livedto be 100 years old and as soon as that day came they all dropped dead immediatly. ( also thought Germany was in Canada)

I used to believe…

one time, when i was little, my mom told me to go wake up grandma. well, i go into my grandma's room, and her arms were folded across her chest, like you see dead people in movies. i was so scared, i couldn't speak. after about 5 minutes i was finally able to tell my mom grandma had passed. she laughed at me and woke her up. she said 'do you think people really die like that?' i was still too scared to answer

I used to believe that when somebody died in a film, that person actually died in real life.

i beleived that whenever i was in a graveyard i would be entering heaven (i used to beleive that god and the grim reeper worked together)and so i thought the grim reeper was out to kill me

I used to believe…

When I was little, I think 4, I had a dream about a graveyard. I went to my mom to ask what those things were (I didn't know they were headstones then), and she said something about lying down and thinking about getting a house and a dog. At the time I thought that that's what you did at those things, I don't know why.

I used to believe…

When I went to school I constantly believed what the other kids had told me.So far, as the hypochondiac I was,
I believed that:
If you ate shaving cream you'd die.
If you got three paper cuts you'd die.
The mirror ghost would kill me.
Any ghosts would kill me.
I'd have a heart attack from doing too much exercise.
My arteries would clot from eating cream
The other kids would really give in and twist my wrist off.
That's about all of the sad fears I can conjure up for now..Trust me there'll be more...

I used to believe…

When I was about 7 years old I had a little tiny parakeet named Sky. One day he wasn't looking too good but my brother had karate so I had to go to his karate with my mom. I told my mom that we needed to take him to the 'doctor' but she wouldn't stand for it. When I came back from karate I saw my bird laying on the bottom of his cage. I ran and told my mom that Sky was fine, he just needed some rest before he felt better and immediately explained that he was sleeping soundly.
My mother just looked at me sadly and told me we had to make him a bed ( which was a checkbox) and let him 'sleep' in the ground for a while. I suddenly realized what had happened ( my mom told me the same thing when my Grandma died earlier that year)and I cried a long time.

I used to believe…

When I was little we used to live across the road from a graveyard, which was just over the hill from a river. I used to think that when the fog was rolling up, that was when the dead people were coming to get me.

I used to believe…

When I was about 9 or 10 I had a goldfish that I won at the school carnival. One morning I woke up and found that the fish had jumped out of it's bowl onto the floor and died. I ran into the other room where my brother (younger) and father were seated watching cartoons and asked what happened. Upon examination my father convinced both my brother and I that the fish commited suicide after seeing my brother's face earlier that morning. We still laugh about it even today.

I used to believe…

My Uncle Paul died when I was seven years old, and my Grammie asked my older brother to be a pallbearer.

Grammie died shortly after Uncle Paul, and my mother again asked my older brother to be a pallbearer. Upon hearing this I immediately corrected her, "No Mommy - Donald was a pallbearer the LAST time, when Uncle Paul died. Don't you want him to be a Grammie-bearer THIS time?"

Despite the grief of their mother's death, I don't think that I have ever seem my mother and my aunt laugh so hard!