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My Dad told me that the big bales of hay wrapped in plastic sitting in the fields on farms were cow eggs.
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).
Once time my cat caught a baby rabbit, and I managed to get the rabbit off of the cat before it died. I kept it in a cardboard box and tried to nurse it back to health, but it died within a day. I had just watched the movie Return to Oz where Dorothy cried over the dead Pumpkin Head, and when her tears fell on him he came back to life. So I made a bed for the dead rabbit in the bottom drawer of my dresser and I took it out regularly to hold and cry over in the hopes that it would come back to life. I remember after it died it got stiff and then the next day, after I had cried over him, his joints had loosened up, so I thought that the tears-thing was working! I didn't know then that rigor mortis is only temporary.
I didn't remember this but my mother told me that the rabbit actually started to smell and that is how she discovered that I was keeping it in my bottom drawer! Yick!
When I was little, I had a fish named Jerôme and when it died, my father put it in the toilet to flush it down. Somehow, he forgot to flush and my mom ended up peeing on it. O_o I thought for a long time that she did that to punish the fish for dying...
My co-worker's daughter had this belief.
Once, when 'Brenda' went on a trip with her dad, she informed her mother that the kitty was to remain indoors, or else, without Brenda to watch it, Kitty would get run over. Of course, while Brenda was away, the cat got out and was killed by a car. Brenda's mom told her that the kitty had seen the neighbor's dog playing in the road, and, before anyone could stop her, Kitty rushed outdoors to push the dog out of harm's way, thus dying a hero's death. Brenda was so awed she was speechless, and believed the story for years.
When I was little I asked my mom why there were so many dead animals by the side of the road. She responded that they had been waiting to cross and had become mesmerized by all the passing traffic, and had simply died of dizziness and confusion. Not only did I believe this, I was convinced that I might die while crossing the street if I looked too long at the cars. When I found out that they had actually been run-over I was devistated.
When I was a kid I had a pet hamster. After about three years my parents "swapped" it for a rabbit. I realised the grim truth about this so-called upgrade in my thirties.
When i was about 5 our neighbor's goldfish died and she was unhappy.
The same day my parents took me with them shopping and i asked them to leave me in the petshop "as always i like watching animals - so they didn't ask why".
I can remeber it took me ages to steal a fish and i quickly put it in my pocket.
Later that day i went to our neighbor and gave her the fish i had thinking when its put in water it'll be oky again.
i had a hampster that died when i was little and my mom put it in a cool whip container so i then thought cool whip was made out of dead hampsters years later i was still really little my uncle served it to me at a party and i told him i didn't want to eat it because i didn't think dead hampsters tasted very good.
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.
when i was about four or five, i got a goldfish as a pet. and i loved it. like, completely smitten. i planned to teach it tricks. i had had it for about two days when i went to go look in the goldfish bowl. to my sheer delight, the fish was standing upright in the bowl. looking back, i suppose it was dead but swaying with the motion of the water? i was thrilled and ran around my house yelling with excitement because i had taught my goldfish how to walk! as you might expect, my parents had to flush him down the toilet.
I used to believe that the way you knew when people were dead was when their toungue was sticking out.
When I was 9 my cat called coco died of cancer. My parents told me that cancer was a angel that came and took her away because they wanted her in heaven because they liked he so much. then my next cat called honey got knocked down when she was 2. and my parents said to me that god killed her because he wanted her for his pet. So I went outside on to the street and yelled "SHES MY CAT NOT YOURS YOU DUMB GOD" i have been having bad luck ever since!!!
My Dad always told me the dead animals by the road were just taking a nap.
Also, once there was a dead cat in the canal behind our house and he told me it was bobbing for fish.
When i was 4, my cat died.I wrote a letter to him telling him how much i missed and loved him, tied it to a balloon, and 'sent it' to heaven thinking god would find it and read it to him.
When I was about six or seven, and my mother came back from bringing my dog to the veternarians office, I could see that she seemed pretty sad. However, when she told me that my dog had to be put to sleep, I thought she meant that my dog was literally sleeping there, and we'd have to pick her up in the morning. I was so sad when she said that it meant she was never coming back.
When one of my pets would die my mother would tell me it ran away so I wouldn't feel bad. I actually believed that all my pets ran away until I was about 19 when she told me the truth about all the pets I ever had.
When I was younger, my sister won a golfish at a fair. It only lasted a few days because 3 days later, my little brother put dishwashing liquid soap in the container because he thought the fish needed to take a bath!
When I was 8, my best friend's mom died. Two years later, my guinea pig, Cuddles, also died. The next night, my mom took me outside and told me that whenever someone dies, they become a star. She asked me which star was Cuddles and I pointed to one and said "That one." She looked closer and asked "Which one?" I was pointing to two stars next to each other and I said "That one. Right next to Brenna's mommy."
My cousins pet rat - Ratty - died when she was four. They buried Ratty in the garden and had a funeral for her. Bethany turned to her Mum and asked "If we water Ratty will she grow back?"