death

I thought that oil was the remains of dead dinosaurs. Actually, since I have never really found out where oil comes from, I remain unconvinced that this is not so.

I thought that everyone when they died went to hell. Why? They were always buried in the ground and hell was supposedly down there. The only people that went to heaven were cremated. So I told my mother that when I died I wanted to be cremated.

I used to believe…

When I was litle, I thought we died and came back as someone else (recarination). I was positive in my previous life I was Minnie Mouse. Later when I went to Disney World I was disgusted at the thought of being Minnie Mouse since Minnie Mouse was "married" to Mickey.

I used to believe…

When I was 5 and my brother was 4, a close family friend died. My brother thought that she would come back to life in 3 days. We were raised Catholic and he thought that the Jesus story applied to everyone who died.

I used to believe…

When I was little I believed by dead pet turtle was hibernating. We alwyas wanted a dog and our Dad bought us a turtle instead. We named him Flash after the basset hound on Dukes Of Hazzard. Anyhoo-Flash ate ground beef. Flash stayed still once for over 2 weeks. We kept feeding him. My folks said he was hibernating. The cage smelled pretty foul, my parents blamed in on the old ground beef. Turns out Flash was deceased and rapidly decaying.

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For some reason when I was a youngster I believed that if you died and went to Heaven the fastest vehicle there was a Ford Escort van (in white, natch). So for the last 30-odd years I've been determined to go to hell.

I used to believe…

My mom told me and my sister that if you wear your bathrobe to bed, the sash on it could get tangled up around your neck and strangle you.

We sort of didn't believe this, but worried about it just the same. To this day when I get in bed wearing a bathrobe, I have to think a minute and persuade myself that the sash isn't going to come alive like a snake and wrap around my neck. It gives me a creepy feeling most of the time, so I just take the bathrobe off and wear a flannel shirt to bed instead.

Thanks Mom!

I used to believe…

As a kid, I used to worry a lot about the problems of the kids in Asia. It was during the latter, horrific years of the war in Vietnam, and I heard about both on TV news without really understanding, I must have linked them in my mind with "youth in Asia" (euthanasia).

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My grandmother owned a nursing home when I was little. I spent a lot of time there when my mom was working. of course people died there now and then. They told me the angels came to get them. But all i ever saw was the ambulance pulling up out back. so for a long time I thought angels drove around in ambulances taking people away.

I am another submitter who thought Euthanasia was "Youth In Asia". I thought it was a foreign exchange student program. (I believed this until just a few years ago!)

I used to believe…

When I was little I overheard my older brother talking to my mom about dying and something that I didn't understand about a "coffin". For some reason I thought that this "coffin" was in fact a large, terrible bird. I became terrified that a large bird would come and get me. Made sense, as a stork brought me...

I was very young when, having no realistic concept of the biological implications of actual 'life' and 'death', I believed that when a person was awake s/he was 'alive' and when asleep was 'dead'. The up-side to this was that death was not frightening because I knew that I would ALWAYS wake up!

I thought that you could stop your heart and die if you hit yourself on the chest hard enough. This of course made me fear for the life of anybody impersonating Tarzan or a Gorilla of some sort.

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When my daughter was five years old we lived in Los Angeles. She and her father had been shot at on the freeway, he had been mugged outside the neighborhood bank, and we frequently heard gunfire at night. When I gently informed her that her great-uncle had passed away, she thought for a moment then asked "Who shot him?"

I used to believe…

when i was a kid i used to believe that people who had horrible lives volunteered to die on film to make movied and that was how the scene was shot, with the person actually dying.

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When I was about four or five, I think, I used to think that people were buried with their heads sticking up out of the ground. This never bothered me...

...Until the day I remember it raining very hard and I got very worried. I told my mother that I was worried for all the dead people and she asked why and I told her I was afraid they'd drown. <smile>

She asked me why I thought that the dead people were buried with their heads above ground.

"So that they can talk to people," I said.

My mother was shocked. "Talk to people? But honey, they're dead."

"But why else would so many people go visit their relatives at the cemetary?" I asked her.

To this day, I smile whenever I see people visiting gravesites. Their loved one may not be talking to them, but the memories are.

I used to believe…

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I USED TO BELIEVE THAT WHEN PEOPLE DIED IN MOVIES THAT THEY DIED IN REAL LIFE.WHEN I SAW THEM IN ANOTHER MOVIE I SAID TO MYSELF "I THOUGHT HE DIED."