death

I used to believe…

My grandmother frequently tells everyone that, when I was young and in a cemetary for a funeral, I claimed, "It's all right, when it's night, they all come out and dance."

I used to believe that I was certain to be hit by a car and killed while wearing a red polka-dotted dress at the age of 19. However, this fear didn't stop me from also worrying that I would randomly die in my sleep.

I used to believe that if you buried your pets in your backyard that they'd come back to life and try to come in your house. Therefor, it was always wise to bury your dead pets in someone else's backyard (unless you were fond of the undead).

I used to believe that my grandpa died while mowing the lawn. I imagined that as he walked across the lawn, the mower went out of control and flew backwards, severing his legs. I figured that he must've died from the loss of blood, and I felt bad that he had to die in such a cruel way.

Later I learned that he died of a heart attack in his home. I didn't believe my parents when they told me the truth of his death. Lawnmowers still frighten me; I'm afraid that they'll sever my legs, too.

I used to believe…

When I used to watch movies, and someone got shot, I thought they really died. I was under the impression that the director/producer paid the actor/actress, money up front to enjoy life, but then when the movie was shot, the individual, after have enjoyed life to the max. for a while, would die

I used to believe…

When I was little, I used to believe that if you put your hands in the air, then you couldn't be killed. This was why whenever anyone pulled a gun in Starsky & Hutch, everybody would quickly put their hands up.

I grew up moving around because my father was in the Military. My dog Chester died when I was six and my parents told me had been stationed elsewhere and that he had been given orders to ship out to Cleveland. It seemed perfectly logical at the time so I fully believed them and was perfectly content with that answer for quite some time.

I used to believe…

When I was little, we had a dog named Sebastian who had hemophelia. Well, one day we wer playing with him, and the next he was gone. My dad and mom told me that he had died and gone to Heaven. At the time I didn't know that he had a disease. So, what really happened was he tripped in a hole while chasing after a stick, and it jabbed into his throat. And he bled to death.

I used to believe…

As small children, my friend and I believed that when you die you must always lie flat on the ground, face up, arms straight out like a "T", with your eyes shut. It was impossible for people to die any other way.

I used to believe…

My goldfish was looking a bit wobbily and sick - I knew a few harsh facts of life and understood that sometimes pets had to be "put to sleep" and that this was for the best - so I flushed it. It wasn't until a few years later that I realised I had forgotten to kill it first.

I used to believe…

This wasn't my belief, it was my sister's friend's. When he was a kid he would spend the evenings in the living room with his family. He thought that he had to look at them all in turn in a particular order and if he stopped, then the last person he looked at would die. He was also too scared to tell them why he did this. So every evening he would keep looking at everyone in turn and his siblings got really freaked out!

i used 2 believe that once my hamster had died and come back alive the fact nearly evry month for a year i had a different hamster i always was told it was a special cangy coulr hamster no 1 thought 2 tell me it was a different hamster Did they?? well i know know but i musta had about 15 Sammi`s the hamster!

I used to believe…

My pet rabbit got real sick and one day when I was at school, it died. When I came home, it was already buried. My mom said the vet came over and put it to sleep. I found out years later, that my dad had shot it and put it out of its misery. I was blown away (no pun intended.)

I used to believe…

My mate used to live near a cemetry and we would walk through it occasionally. He used to tell me not to walk on top of the old graves because you'd wake up the dead people.
We did a lot of jumping.

I used to believe…

When I was in either kindergarden or early elementary school, the idea of death was creeping around my mind, and I used to think that if i held my breath once in a while, someone else could live just a little while longer because there would be more air for them in the world.

I used to believe…

When I was 6, my mom took my sister and I on a trip. When I came back, 20-some of our barn cats were gone and only a few remained. My father said he put an ad in the paper and a bunch of really nice people came and adopted them. Much later in life I found out he 'donated' them to the university for disection and experiments.