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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.
i used to believe they really killed on drama or movie
My Aunt, my Mother, my 7 year old cousin and I went to visit my Grandads grave once. When my cousin (Luke) saw the vases at the gravestones, he kept staring curiously at them, until finally, he asked "I that how the people down there breath?"
when i was little, i was so scared of death, as most kids are, i was so scared to go to sleep because i was afraid that i would die. I always heard people say, "Ohh... they died in their sleep." To comfort me, my mom, told me that it was impossible to die in your sleep. I guess I wanted to believe it so bad, I did for years. It wasn't until I was an adult with children of my own that my great-aunt passed away and to comfort me my mom hugged me and said, "It's OK honey, she died peacefully in her sleep." I was horrified! I turned and said, "That impossible." Then she explained the truth. Thank you mom for trying to comfort me, I wish I still believed.
When I was little I'd been given a brief explanation of what death was. But I misunderstood some of it and i though that one day i would just walk into the livingroom and mum and dad would be there with cheery smiles on their faces saying, "Your going to die today!" I used to believe that and I was very scared.
When i was younger, my mom used to tell me that if i wore my bra to bed I'd get breast cancer. I was very skeptical about this but still felt the need to warn my friends when I learned they slept with theirs on.
My dad used to tell me that if I got the chills down my spine, then someone was walking on my grave.
I think I was about five or six, but I developed this fascination with burping, sneezing, hiccupping, etc., and came up with the idea that if you did several such things at the same time, you would instantly die. I was sure that my dad knew the answer, but I couldn't just ask him straight out. I would say, "What would happen if you cough, sneeze, fart, burp, and hiccup at the same time?" I would be dissappointed when his answer didn't involve death. So I would re-phrase the question, (e.g. sneeze, hiccup, burp, cough, and fart), to try to ascertain the correct order. I was sure some combination would be lethal.
My Mom and I used to drive up to another town in California to visit some friends of hers quite often. On the way, we would always pass the same Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant. In the window was propped a life-size mannequin of Colonel Sanders, the company's mascot. The first time we drove past it, my mother, thinking herself to be hilarious, told me that the mannequin was actually the REAL Colonel Sander's mummified body, preserved, stuffed, and put up for display. I believed this for many years afterward, always staring with amazement as we drove by, wondering why the body had not decayed yet, and squeezing my eyes shut when the glare of the dead Colonel got to be too much for me to handle. Thanks, Mom.
when i was a kid i wondered what happened to all the people who died in action movies. i finally convinced myself that they simply hired someone who was willing to die to play the villain then kill them.
When I was preschool age, I thought that the firing squads and death squads mentioned on TV involved running over people with emergency vehicles.
When I was 7 years old my older brother said that I had a decise that when I turned 8 I would all of a sudden drop on the floor, shake and then die! The worsed thing was my birthday was in 4 days!!!!! The day before my birthday my brother came in to my room were I was saying good-bye to all my stuffed animals. Then he said" you should hurry up and write your will." asked him what a will was and he said that it was a letter that said what things you want to leave with the person who told you that you were going to die and what things you want to be baried with you. Then he went "WOW! I just noticed something!" "What?" I said "I'm the one who told you that you were going to die so I get all your stuff!!!" That night when my mom said that it was time for bed. I asked if I really had to go to bed sence it was my last day to live. She asked me what I was talking about and I told her the whole story. Then my mom and I played the same trick on him except he was going to die in 2 hours! Then I said that he better get writing his will and making his confesions. Then he finally blurted out "YOU AREN'T REALLY GOING TO DIE I JUST WANT YOUR GAME BOY!!!!!" (back then game boy's just came out.) Then we said he really wasn't going to die either!!!
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.