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When I was 6, my grandma's dog passed. After he died she adopted another dog who was rescued from abusive owners, as her other dog was lonely, and the other dog seemed to know he was passing, so she was upset. But I didn't grasp the concept of death yet, so one day, when I was visiting my grandmother during spring break, I asked her where he went. My grandma replied that "Doug (I think that was his name, I don't remember) has gone swimming with your dad's dog you met when you were little, and we adopted Chile (the rescue dog's name), so Pepper (the name of the other dog) will still have someone to play with her and she won't be lonely." So when summer came and I visited my grandmother again, I wondered why Doug still hadn't came back from "going swimming" after 2-4 months, and I expected him to come back. It wasn't until 2012 when I was 9 and fully understood the concept of death, knowing that he wouldn't come back. A year later Pepper had gotten a stroke and was put down, and then I knew that she would "go swimming with Doug and Sally (my dad's dog's name)."
You know how parents tell their kids that their pets went to live on a nice farm when they have to be put down? Well, when my family and I moved into an apartment complex when I was seven, we sent our dog Muffy to live on my uncle's farm. I never understood why everyone looked so sad when I told them this until recently
I remember when I was seven, my aunt's dog got put down one day and I realised that she was going to sleep forever and she was dead. Because I knew that bodies were buried and their souls went to heaven, I thought your soul was your head and your body went with it from the grave, which was what I was confused about. "Where's Jazzy's body?" I asked.
"In the garage" replied my aunt. They were waiting to bury her in the garden
"But where's her head then?"
When I was six my goldfish died and my dad threw it in the garbage and I thought he took it outside in the yard and then it would magically disappear and go to heaven
There was a time when I thought euthanasia was when veteranarians turned other animals into fish.
I used to think that goldfish were immortal, and that when they died and you flushed them down the toilet that they would come back to life when they went back to natural waters. For some reason, I never speculated such things about any of my catfish or tetras. Just my goldfish.
I used to think that a sleeping animal had died, since the term "put to sleep" means killed, so I would stay up all night trying to keep my cats awake.
I always had a messy room when I was a kid, especially under my bed. My parents used to joke that if I dug around under there I might eventually find "The Dead Sea Scrolls." I always thought they were saying "Dead Sea Squirrels" and refused to clean under my bed for the fear I would find squirrel carcasses!
I used to believe bath products made with Dead Sea Salts contained Sea Salts that had previously been Alive. I didn't make the connection to the Dead Sea and salt harvested from it until I was in my mid-30s. .
Once we saw this bird that had died and it was just laying there for ages and then one day it had disappeared, and I thought that it had literally ascended to heaven when we weren't there.
When I was little my biggest fear was that my beloved stuffed animals wouldn't come to heaven with me when I died. Every year for my birthday until I was about nine, I wished for that.
When I was three my dog died. Every time I asked my parents where he was, they would say he was in heaven but I'd keep asking, "But where *is* he?"
Eventually my mum thought I was asking where his body was, and she told me he was under the lemon tree.
I replied, "So that's where heaven is."
when i was little i used to believe that when we ate meat (chicken, lamb, turkey etc) that the animal had died of natural causes. i only realised a few years later that people actually hunted them.
When I was about 3-4 years old, my bird died. Then in took him to the garden, and waited several hours for the plane that should come and take him to heaven.
When my sister was 4 she thought that if you put a piece of meat into water it would turn back into the animal it came from, she carried a piece of ham around for a whole fay,
One day when I was like 7 my VERY old dog went under the house and she never came out and so after a few days I asked my parents, "What happened to Girlfriend?" and my mom said that she went on vacation and that she wasn't going to come home, I got all sad and so it was my dad's turn to tell me a bedtime story so he came into my room and he told me that she had really died
When i was a young child i though that if you looked into road kill for to long you would be shrunk down and sucked into it.
i have no clue where this fear came from.
I used to have dreams that involved me dying at the age of 15 and coming back to life as a dolphin. I would then end up performing in Sea World. I would get on fine, until one day I spotted my parents in the crowd. I tried to yell at the "It's me, mum and dad! i'm right here!" But of course they wouldn't listen, and then I would feel depressed and refuse to perform for the rest of that day...
When I was about 3 or 5 I thought that when my pets died they got to go to heaven and that when I died I'd get to be little again, so I could still play with them.
i used to believe that when an animal died it would return years later. i was so devastated when my sister told me my dog wasnt coming back :(