When i was a child, I used to believe , that all the movies were true and when someone died in the movie she/he was also dying in the real life ,so I asked my mother we talked about this and she say movies are unreal, the actors are alive in real life even if I see the man dying in the movie that's not for real
I used to believe that everything that happens in the movies were real. Like the zombies.
I thought "Orange is the New Black" was about wearing orange to funerals.
On a bit more of a darker side, when I was little and I first heard my mother say "You're grounded", what I really thought she meant was that she was going to kill me and put me in the ground! --'ground dead'
When I was in first grade I was being told about how Heaven is this awesome paradise made out of gemstones and I thought it'd be nice to go there but I knew you only could if you were dead so I told my parents that I thought it'd be a good idea to intentionally get run over by a car so I could go to Heaven.
I had this classmate who was my friend during class but I was really scared of at recess because he'd claim that he wanted to eat me and he'd hiss at me, drool and say these phrases like "Lunch time", "No survivors" and "Yummy food" in an evil voice.
Once, he did it in class, but not generally and that's why I was usually OK with him in class.
Some other kids were afraid of him for the same reason, but others laughed at me for being afraid.
My parents told me he wasn't serious but I thought I couldn't be too careful.
Another classmate of mine liked to pretend he was dying and at first I believed him but eventually I didn't.
When I was about 3 years old, and my parents took me to the cemetery to visit the family graves, it gave me a queer feeling when I was told that our loved ones were underground. I pictured them being trapped down there, and I had a sense that they were aware of my walking around on the ground above them. I thought that if I stepped on their tombstone they would be mad at me and psychically shout, "Hey, don't step on my stone!" Also, when my mom or dad pulled out the water can for the flowers from its hole in the ground, I dared not to look into the hole, thinking that the dead relative would be looking back up at me. I also thought that if you stuck your hand in the hole they would grab your hand from below.
I used to believe that if you went over a dead end, you would die.
When I was little I used to believe that my grandma's grey hair meant that she was going to die soon, that's why my mom always told her to dye her hair.