people

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.

Cristina

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!

Anon

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.

Anon

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)

peregrine

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.

Molly

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

suckmeoff

I used to be terrified of the numbers 18 and 19. I think I thought that when you turned 18 or 19, you die.

Emmy

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.)

Emmy

i was raised on tom waits music and whereas most people believed that it was bad luck to not hold one's breath passing a graveyard i always whistled.

funny, but not really

When I was a little girl (like 5-6 yoa), my grandmother explained to me that people are buried after death. Obviously, I got uncomfortable with the idea of being beneath the ground forever and not feeling anything, so she told me that a tree can grow on a dead person's burial site. I thought people could be buried anywhere (not just at cemeteries) and started to worry that passers-by could hurt me by picking at my leaves. So I asked my grandma if there'd be a way to protect me from that, to which she replied that people shouldn't do that kind of stuff with any tree...

Anon

I never thought that people would die when they grow old. I used to think that we will just keep growing and growing and growing. Growing taller, and growing bigger.

Thus for some time, i wondered, where the BIG old giants who have grown for the past 100+++ years were because i dont see them out of my window.

daphy

I believed that the rays of sun you see coming through the clouds were actually the spirits of dead giants going up to heaven

Beth

when my sister and I were young, she told me that if I went to sleep laying on my back, i would die. I believed her for years.

wtf

hought "R.I.P" on a gravestone ment that peopkle wanted the body ripped up, so no goatst would come to haunt them.

Anon