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I use to believe that all bugs went to heaven but their heaven was our hell. That if you went to hell satan would have bugs annoy you.
When I was aged around 4 or 5 I had a dog that was completely insane. Well, one day he dissapeared. My Mom and Dad told me and my sister that they had taken him to a farm somewhere. I remeber asking my parents if they knew how Bruce (Crazy dog) was doing. They usually said they didn't know. Not until a few weeks ago did I find out that my Dad took him and shot him. I wasn't really devastaded, mainly because Bruce was toatlly crazy. Sad thing is, my parents decided to wait until I was 15 to tell me this...
I used to REALLY believe that all dogs went to heaven. So, in that case, it meant all cats went to hell. I always cried for my aunts cats at night for their soon to come eternal damnation... I was an odd child...
When I was about 4 or 5 I had a dog and a hamster. One day hamster just dissapeard. I was sure, that he escaped from the cage and stucked behind bed or someathing... few months later I was alone at house and i was absolutely sure (!), that I saw my dog swallowing a hamster. I tried to make dog vomit hamster and screaming to dog to give the hamster back. Yesterday my parents told my that the hamster just died. So dog swallowing hamster had to be somedind of halucination... But I believed that I really saw it for a very very long time. (sorry for english)
When people talked about putting cats and dogs to sleep, I thought it meant literally that-- that they'd somehow put them into a permanent state of suspended animation where they'd sleep forever. That seemed to me like a horrible thing to do. What if they had a nightmare and couldn't wake up from it? I was actually quite relieved when I finally found out it was really a euphemism for killing them.
i don't know where i got the idea from but when i was younger i used to think that when a dog was "put down" they took it into a huge dark circular room which had like a 100 ft drop into a burning fire and literally thro it into the pitt!!! i later discovered the truth(when i was about 14!!)
I used to think that if a fly didn't bleed when it was swatted, it would come back to life.
i used to believe that the dead cats on the road werent dead and that they just simply passed out cause they were scared. i told my mom this and she reassured me that once they woke up they would walk away and be safe from any harm.
When I was six, my older cousin told me that the white rabbits in the neighbours' cage were an endangered species because they had red eyes. When I noticed the rabbits missing one day, I was told that the neighbours had eaten them. I was shocked! I ran to my parents in tears, demanding to know how it was possible that these evil people were eating endangered red-eyed rabbits.
(Needless to say, rabbits are far from endangered.)
once, when i was requested to take out the trash, i was frightened by an possum ... it was lying there on the ground, apparently dead, between me the garbage destination ... I was afraid to get closer because I had heard about how they pretend to be dead...so I didn't believe this one was really dead, but it was...
One day my pet goldfish had died and I had to flush him down the tiolet into the sewers. An idea sprung up ni my head. If a lot of pet fish die each day and are flushed, what would happen at the sewage treatment factory? I would think that the waste would be on a conveyer belt and somebody would be categorizing waste. They would be like "Log.. Log.. Oh! Another goldfish! This is my lucky day!"
I still kind of wonder about that today.
I believed that when animals like cows and pigs were put to sleep by needles like pets were. Sadly when I watched the news at age 9 I found out the sad truth.
When I was younger, I noticed how the dead animals on the highways were always at the SIDES rather thatn in the middle so I asked my mom, "How come people swerve to the side of the roads just to kill the animals???!!!"
This isn't my own belief but my 4 year old cousins (She did this 2 years ago for a 6 month span). When her older sister's hamster died and they buried it in the yard my little cousin didn't understand so everyday would go outside and stand over the hamsters grave and scream ,"Hammy! Hammy Hampster!! Come out!! Where are you!!"
"Why is that racoon laying by the garage? And another one! A baby one!"
"Uhm.. they're sleeping. Yeah, so we had better go away before htey wake."
"But their eyes are open!"
"Racoons are special animals, they're noctournal, silly. Go inside now."
Not knowing what noctournal meant but not wanting to seem any less knowledgible, I just agreed and acted to understand.
When my cat, Shadow, died of a tail infection when I was four, I was so sad that I drew thirteen pictures just for him and told my dad to mail the pictures to Heaven so that Shadow could see them. This was a yearlong hobby, until I found out that Heaven doesn't have a mailbox.
When I was nine or ten, I found a grasshopper and decided to keep it as a pet. I named it Hopper, I think, and I kept him in a shoe box with leaves and a drop of water. I kept him for several days, and after awhile he stopped eating and moving completely. I thought that he was sad, so I decided to release him back into the wild, a.k.a. my back yard. I put Hopper on the patio table and left him there, expecting him to hop away eventually. He didn't move AT ALL for the next couple of days, but for some reason I never realized he was dead. He was even covered in ants at one point, and I just brushed them off 'cuz I didn't want them to hurt Hopper. He dissaperad from the table after that.
It wasn't until a few days ago I realized that not only was Hopper dead after Day Two, but that the leaf I gave him was poisonous; it was the kind with milk in it. Poor Hopper!
one time i wanted to give my hamster a bath and i thought an easy way of doing it was to put it in the washer(because well yeah you wash stuff in the washer) so i put it in the locker lets just say my mom had that stain for a long time and i still feel bad about it.
my dog died when i was about 5 or 6, and we buried it in the back yard. i didnt realize it was dead- i didnt understand it, and about 3 months later, i dug it up, and carried it inside- bones and all, and set it on the carpet because i missed it.
when i was little my mom got me 2 turtles. a month later one died and my mom then told me it kiked the bucket. i thought for months that it kiked the tank and that was the end of it. a week later i went to my mom and asked "mom weres auroa!?" she looked at me and laughed i will never forget it!