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- Euthanasia is youth in Asia
- If you don't hold your breath as you pass a cemetery you will die or become possessed.
- People killed in films or on TV die in real life.
when i was young like 7 years i used to think everybody doesnt have father ...then i got older i knew my father passed away when i was 2.
Back when I was four or five, I had been seeing my Grandpa and his wife, Lydia, on an almost daily basis. My Grandpa was a lazy old man, so his wife would do nearly everything for him. Somehow, I was convinced that, even though they both were and appeared the same age, Lydia was somehow my Grandpa's mother.
So one day, I told my Dad, "Grandpa's Mom is really nice!" And he told me, "That's his wife." I asked, "Where's his Mom, then?" Dad said, "She died a long time ago."
Apparently, I had asked, "Who shot her?"
Everytime I went to the dentist and he (actually, it has always been my grandpa) was about to take an Xray, I used to believe he was going to kill me!
I used to believe that when you died no matter what your tongue hung out the side of your mouth.
I thought that we all lived forever and there was no death.
It wasn't until Tommy Cooper died (I was age 5) that I realised the terrible truth. I was in shock for a day.
When I was younger, I used to believe that the shapes in the clouds were the people or animals that had just died and were saying goodbye to everyone on their way to heaven.
When I was little I tried "painting" my nails with markers, and my mom told me to stop, because if I kept doing that, I would get hurt and go to the hospital. I believed this until i was about 10, hehe.
When I was little, my mom told me that I was going to get a shot, like a vaccine. I didn't grasp the difference between getting shot and getting A shot. I think that's why I'm so quiet now. I thought I was going to die.
I had some idea of rigor mortis when I was young, but I thought it meant that at the moment you died all your apendages became totally straight and flat. I decided to test this by lying on the bed in a crucifix position, hands flat to the bed and fingers pointing rigidly out, holding my breath. I thought my mother would be terrified to see me OBVIOUSLY dead...but she just told my it was time for supper.
When I attended my first wake, I remember the my dead next door neighbor opening his eyes. Because my aunt was holding me so I could look in the coffin, I thought that it must just be like this. She wasn't scared. The next day, I went to the funeral. I remember the sight of the coffin being closed, and going to the the graveside. However, they did not lower the coffin into the ground, so I thought that after everyone left the dead body would be removed from the casket and dumped into the ground, like you bury a dead pet! You could use that coffin over and over again. Protect your kids from funerals as long as possible.
I used to believe that exceed ment to die. So when I heard a commercial say, "Help your child exceed," I was rather disturbed.
When I was a little kid I use to think that when you died you just lied there on the floor in a star shape with your eyes closed. I know better now!!
I used to believe that the faces or animals I could see in the clouds were actually people and animals that had just died and were going up to heaven.
When I was about 6, my dad told me that glue was poisonous and that if you eat it, you could die. So, one day at school when a girl in my class was eating the Clag glue (non-toxic, children's glue) that we were using, I told her that she was going to die, and that if she didn't die right now, she would die in her sleep that night.
i always thought that funerals were sad plays and that they were still living and they left to go to acting school. Damn i was a stupid child.
i use to believe that you died on your birthday, because they never say on the news that so and so died at age 64 3/4 they just say 64. So i was scared of my birthdays and just wanted the day over so that I knew I would live another year.
After my grandmother died, my parents kept telling me that we would always have a part of Grandma with us. On the car ride back from the funeral, there was a bag on the seat beside me. When I touch it, it was squishy, just as I imagined a liver or a heart would feel. Was it true that we were taking home an actual part of Grandma? I was petrified of that bag for the entire trip home. It turned out to be pound cake.
I used to belive that if u step on someones grave their hands would come out of the ground ,grab you and put u in the coffin in the place of the dead body. I thought tbhey did that so the dead person can live longer
I used to believe that a when a person died their body floated up to heaven, when everyone else was asleep.
I used to believe that you would die if you stood on the cracks in the pavement.