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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 5 or 6, I believed that my sisters and I would die in the order that we were born. When I would get into an argument with my older sister, I would tell her "You are going to die 3 years before me" to "tick" her off. I, also, had a younger sister. So when I got into an argument with her, I realized I was screwed because I was going to die 2 years before her. At the time, it sounded "logical" to me.
My Great Aunt Louise died when I was about four years old, and it was my first funeral.
A few hours before the wake, my older siblings began explaining to me that a wake was a pagen ritual (we are Catholic, as was my Aunt) in which we would cut off the head of a chicken, drink the blood, dance around a fire in the nude, and "WAKE" the person from the dead.
Needless to say, I stuck close to my mother that entire night.
I used to believe that dead people at their funeral had their legs chopped off because they were covered with the casket.
I used to believe that when you died your tounge stuck out and you put your hands across your chest, oryou held flowers. When my brother and I would fake death when we played that's what we did.
i used to believe that when i was in funeral the person in the casket was just asleep for a while
When I was around 5 or 6, I saw part of some police procedural tv movie, and the victim had died from a "blow to the back of the head". For at least a year or two afterwards, I thought that if someone blew on the back of your head, you could die. It affected me enough that I could not fall asleep on my side, with the back of my head exposed.
I once believed that when people died it was because the sandman had put too much sand in their eyes and they just couldn't wake up.
I used to have a cat and my parents put a flea collar on the cat. When I asked what it did my mom told me it was posion and any flea that touched it would died. She also told me if I touched it I would get posion on my hands and I must wash them right away. Being a child, I knew posion meant death and, not wanting to die, I spent many years of my life running to a sink after petting my cat so I wouldn't be posioned.
I used to believe that when you died, it had to be on your birthday or on a day close to your birthday.
I have a brother who is about three years younger than I. When I was about five, he fell down and skinned his knee, and continued crying very loudly for a long time.
I turned to my mother and said, "Oh, I hope he doesn't suffer so much we have to shoot him."
I guess I thought the practice of putting animals out of their misery applied to humans as well.
I used to believe that the dark spots on sidewalks were the remains of people who had been struck by lightning. I tried very hard to avoid stepping on those spots when walking down the street.
my nephew used to believe that when people died, they just needed new batteries.
I used to believe that the orange and white barrels filled with sand on exit ramps were to cover up dead bodies and soak up the blood from the road after automobile accidents.
I grew up in the 60's and I truly believed that hiding under my school desk would stop the atomic bomb from hurting me. Wow what a kid will believe when taught by adults of whom they believed to know it all. The bomb never came however; I do not look for a desk anymore when I hear a bomb is possible...Who knows maybe that school desk could have saved me........:-)
I used to believe that death is state of being dead. But it's a state of suffering before going to be dead.
When the rays of sunlight shown through the clouds and it hit the ground, I used to think that the sunlight was an escalator for dead people to go to heaven.
I used to believe that people were dead in graveyards because those huge stone (gravestones) had fallen on them.
Poison. How it works: it tastes so bad that you istantly die of fright. Hmmm.
When I was about 4 or 5 in midwest USA, I understood life events to be something like
6 yo - get to go to school
10 yo - I made it to ten years old - no tornadoes killed me
13 yo - can have girlfriend and children if I want to
18 yo - get drafted and go to Vietnam
19-20 yo - die in Vietnam
That was pretty much the "life schedule" I thought I was required to work from. TV news at the time was certainly responsible for the last two steps - the news black-out we have today with Iraq in the US is not better though! I value my uneasiness with war.
i belive if you're at a funeral home and the dead person's eyes were open they would find someone to take with them