death

I used to think that you died after you had breathed a million times. This resulted in spells of light-headedness as I went to sleep each night, attemtping to maximise my time alive.

I used to believe…

My mum used to buy me sweets to sit quietly to watch the Saturday afternoon movie. I used to beleive that advertisements were put out offering people lots of money to be shot on film. I thought they were paid up front,spent the money ,then died.How weird was I!!!

I used to believe…

that if you stuck out your tongue at your mother, your hand would stick up out of the grave when you died.

i used to believe that if you died you could choose what you could be reincarnated as.

i was at a funeral and mad a poem about my best friend in the world, i didn't cry and i knew god needed him. I saw him as an angel in the sky like his name was going to make him that, his name was Angel. From then on I believed that when everyone dies they become what they're name means

I used to believe…

when I was little I believed that you could die before realizing it...amost like that Robert Crane book. You could get hit by a car and you'd think that the car missed you. You would go on living but in another universe you would have died at that instant. this would keep happening an infinate number of times. I also wondered who god's mommy and daddy were.

I used to believe…

When I was about 6 I was very interested in death - my grandfather having died. Now, some people told me he went UP to heaven, and other people told me he went DOWN into the ground. It took me a while to figure it out - but I did. I just knew that he must have been cut in half in the middle, that his top half had Gladwrap around the bottom of it (to stop his insides falling out), then it was sent up to heaven, and the bottom half went into the coffin and then into the ground.

I still reckon it was good thinking.

I used to believe…

When I was very young I used to believe that if you got anything small and sharp stuck in you (eg a needle)it would get inside you, travel through your bloodstream straight to your heart and kill you. Why did I believe this? Because my mother told me. Someone had told her the same thing many years previously and she still believed it at the age of 35

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When I was young I used to believe that Euthanasia was a youth movement in Asia- how naive is that!!!

I used to think that the meaning of life was to figure out what the meaning of life really is, and in that very moment that you do, you die. Therefore the smarter you are, the younger you'll die.

I used to believe…

When I was around 6, I thought that the earth will be fully destroyed in 2000 and the human beings shall be disappeared. Thanks God, it's 2003 now I am 23 already.

I used to believe…

When I was very little, I had an Aunt Minnie who was always very sick. She was near death at one point, and my mom suggested that I write her a get well card. Here's what I wrote: "Dear Aunt Minnie, I hope you did not die. If you did, please write me back soon. Love, Amanda"

I used to believe…

When I was 3 my parents bought me a kitten called Sooty unfortunately it turned out to be a particularly nasty cat; always scratching without provocation so my parents had it put down. They told me it went 'back to the farm'. It wasn't until I was 18 and telling my parents about my silly friend who believed her pet lamb went 'back to the farm' that I clicked. I was devastated!

i used to believe that souldiers came out of tombstones in cemetries when something bad was happening.I dont why i started believing this or why i stopped believning it.

I used to believe…

When my great-grandmother died, my parents told me to not be sad because she was going to a better place where she would always be happy and be with the people she loved. Well...it sounded so nice that I decided I'd join her....by hitching a ride in her coffin. I waited till the viewing part of the ceremony was over and no one was really paying attention, then climbed in. If my uncle hadn't been late to pay his final respects and opened up the casket, I just might've been an unsuspecting passenger on my great-grandmothers last voyage.

I used to believe that when you died your coffin was taken up to heaven by a helicopter. I remember wanting to be buried in the cupboard in my old school room, because the doors didn't quite shut properly and I would be able to take advantage of the great views.