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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 little, i used to think that after they buried the deceased, Jesus would visit them in their casket and the deceased had to win a fight with Jesus or else they wouldn't got to heaven. If they lost, they have to stay in their casket forever and someone would fill the casket with toothpaste. i don't know why, but i still imagine the fights and think of toothpaste whenever i go to the cemetery...
i used to believe that people didn't die but decided to spend the rest of forever underground in a dark casket. Also, if one dead person wanted another person's casket because theirs was nicer, they would have dead person fights in the less nice casket and the winner moved to the nice casket.
I used to believe that when you die an anbulance came for you and flew up to heaven and dropped you off in a cloud.... those were the days... lol
i used to believe people who died, no died but they went towards other countries or they change in animals
When I was about 7 or 8, my brother told me if someone looked at all four corners of a room at midnight, they would die the next time they went to sleep. I'm 25 now, and know it isn't true...I caught on by about age 10 or so...but I still can't bring myself to do it.
when i was about 5 or 6, my great grandma died. of course, i didn't understand, but i asked my mom where she went, and she told me that she flew to heaven on an air plane. i just lost a grandmother, and that is what i told my little brother, who is 3.
When I was around six I was told the joke:
Where do hamsters go when they die?
I took this literally and later asked my parents where Hamsterdam, being told that it was in Holland I thought that this was heaven and everyone went there when they died. At my grandfarthers funeral I told my grandma
"Don't worry, Grandad is in Holland now."
As a child, my sisters and I were afraid to visit my grandmother if it was snowing out. Because we were afraid of having to stay over in her bed. Our reasoning? First Grandpa slept with her.... he died. Then her poodle started sleeping in the bed with her..... and died (very old dog). We really thought that if you sleep with our grandmother... you'll die.
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that my brother was going to die first because he was older than me. When we used to argue and he'd tease me, I would say "Well you're gonna die before me anyways HAA HAA," until one day when my mom heard me and told us that it wasn't true. Much to my brothers relief i'm sure.
Whenever we drove or walked by a graveyard i noticed that everybody made the sign of the cross. up to the age of eight i thought they were saying hello to all the dead people!
when I was little, my older brother told me that if I inhaled the dust particles in the air, that I would die because they were toxic. I belived it until I was 13.
I used to think you couldn't die if you didn't have shoes on. Coincidentally, so did one of my friends.
When I was a kid, I first heard the term Opus Posthumous at about the time I was also hearing about heaven, celestial choirs of angels, etc. So with kid logic, I assumed that when great composers died, they went to heaven, and in heaven one does what one loves best. Thus somehow they composed new music and sent it back to earth for the rest of us to enjoy. I was disappointed to learn that the term merely covered works discovered after the composer's death.
(this could be religion, languages or music - you decide)
When my grandfather died, we were at the wake and everyone was talking loudly. My little sister didn't really understand what was going on (she was 2), so she thought my grandpa was just sleeping so at one point she said to everyone, "ssh, he's sleeping!" Everyone started cracking up.
My sister, at about 4 was sitting on the swing crying. I went out to see what was wrong ahd she said she was crying because she was worried about dying.
In my 9 year old wisdom, I told her that she still had 96 more years to live, because you die at 100. I then told her that I only had 91 years left and mum and dad had a lot less than that. She burst into fresh tears at this, saying "You'll all be dead and I'll be alone...."
i used to believe that horror movies were about real people and they would come after me and kill me or something lol it sounds silly
My dad used to think that "R.I.P." on a tombstone stood for Rip Van Winkle because dead people are "sleeping" for a long time.
I used to be terrified of the numbers 18 and 19. I think I thought that when you turned 18 or 19, you die.
I used to believe that if you were stabbed then you died instantly; no matter what. But if you removed the knife then you came back to life.
When I was little, one time when we drove pass a cemetary, asked my mom what the field filled with stones was. She told me it was a cemetary. I was content with the answer, and didn't ask for any further explaination,despite the fact I didn't know what a cemetary was. Whenever we went by a cemetary, I would always point it out to my mom. Once when I was four, we drove by a really big cemetary. For some reason, I started sing, "We live in a cemetary!" My mom then said,"Dead people live in cemetaries." I thought that they took dead bodies and stuffed them into the headstone instead o f burring them.
When I was younger, just saying died, death, dying, passed away, or dead would make me scream in terror on the inside. So that added to the creep factor.
(When I started kindergarten and we learned a little about Martin Luther King, Abraham Licoln, and George Washington, when the teacher said something about how they died or when they died and stuff like that, I was terrified.)