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I have two male cousins who told me that when they were little they had a gold fish. They really enjoyed drinking coca cola and thought their fish would probably like it too. They poured some in the bowl and the fish swam around in circles at top speed for 45 minutes before it finally died.
I used to believe that Squirrels that were dead on the road had fallen from trees above. I would say "Look mom! The poor Squirrel missed his branch!"
I remember wondering what happened to bugs when they died, i was afraid that they went to heven because i could only immagine how many bugs will have died when I get up there, i pictures heven for years as this big kingdom in the sky absolutley coated in bugs.
When i was 4, my uncle owned a farm where i spent weekends playing. One day i went to the pig pen only to find it empty? When i asked my uncle where the pigs had gone, he told me they had gone skiing and they would be back soon. Sure enough, each time the same thing happened and the pigs would return from skiing!
Never once did i question it!
When I was a kid, and for a long time, I believed that if you put a dead fish back in the water, it would just ressuscitate, and swim away..
In first grade the teacher told us that "Curiosity killed the cat." When I got home I asked my older sisters what "curiosity" meant. Much laughter and no answer. So I decided that curiosity was a cat that went to sleep under the hood of a car and got mangled in the fan belt.
This is not strictly my belief, but hey. When I was 8, my hamster died and my 2 next door neighbours came round (aged 6 and 8) and we all had a funeral. My parents couldn't find a box to put the hamster in, so they eventually put it in an envelope. So there we all are standing round the hole and my parents are trying to be very solemn, when my 6 year old neighbour looks at the envelope and asks plaintively, "Are you going to send it back to the shop?". I am very proud of my parents for not keeling over with laughter.
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 fourteen, my parents tried to tell me that my year old pet lamb and it's two older friends had 'gone to live on another farm'. This was a day or two before the freezer was restocked with lamb chops and mutton. They must have felt very guilty.
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.
My niece had not been lucky when it came to pets - they all kept dying. So,when her parakeet passed away my sister-in-law didn't want to have to tell my niece that, yet another, pet had died. So, she went out and bought a new parakeet of a different color and told my 5 year old niece, when she noticed it wasn't the same bird, that she had taken the bird to "get it's hair done" and that's why it was a different color. My niece thought this was hilarious and kept telling everyone how her bird had it's hair done.
When I was about 5 or 6, I had just returned to Florida from a vacation in New York to visit my family up there. However, upon my return, my bird was nowhere to be found. I asked my parents about it, and they told me that the bird was jealous of me getting to go visit my family, so he went on vacation to visit his. I fully accepted this, and never gave it another thought. About 10 years or so later, I was sitting around with some friends, discussing family pets, and I mentioned having birds as a child. I started trying to remember what had happened to my bird, when I remembered the whole vacation story, and realised the bird never exactly came back from "vacation". I called up my mom, and sure enough, it was just a story they told to protect a young child from suffering the loss of a pet...
when I was 5 My Gran when to the vet with her cat Jessabell. When she came back without her I asked where jessabell had gone. My Gran told me she had taken her to cat collage and would return when I was 11. I believed this so when I woke Up in the morning I looked for Jessabell and when I couldn't find her I asked "Did you remember to pick Jessabell up?" Everyone looked at me as if I was crazy
I used to beleve when my fish died that if you flushed them down the loo they would come back to life and live in the sea for the rest of its life or get eaten!!1
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,
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 that the white boxes that housed bee hives were cow graves.
when i was about 5 or 6 i got my first pet fish my mom told me that i had to take good care of him she said i had to feed him and make sure he was clean i gave him a bubble bath in our tub i never found him after i emptied the tub.
I had a dog from the time that I was born to age 5 and one day my mom came home from bringing him to the vet and when my dad asked what was wrong she told him that they put him to sleep without even asking her. I didn't understand this and remember thinking - what's the big deal? So they made him take a nap, no one ever asks me if I want to take a nap before the shut me in my room. It wasn't until I realized that he had been sleeping for about a week and mom wasn't going to the vet to wake him up. I finally asked what happened. And my dad explained what the doggy doctor did because he had been so old. You can only imagine how I felt when my old memae went to the doctors that week. I was so afraid she wouldn't come back.
My friend was told that if a hampster dies it could be brought back to life by warming it up. When she found her hampster lying very still one morning she belived it dead although the hampster was just sleeping. Not having a microwave she quickly rushed to her oven in a desperate attempt to resusatate her beloved pet. unfortunatly to left the hampster in a little to long and it caught fire! what was worse, she believed the flames meant her hampster was going to hell!