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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 knew that when people die, you bury them,so i was always worrying what would happen if they bury me alive, having made a mistake about me being dead!
My belief were that if you lit candles in your room at 8:00 pm then your sprits of the ones you loved would come and cleanse your body.
I used to believe that if you were going to die, a person dressed in white would come to your hospiotal bed and say these words that have always stayed in my head, "Tamova, ray, tamova, ray!"
I don't know what it means but I have believed that since I was two, I AM NOW 14! (I don't believe it now)
I used to really believe that if I put a note inside a helium ballon for God/my uncle who died before I was born, then it really would reach them. I spent ages trying to figure out what I should say to them but at the end I couldn't get my hands on a helium balloon and I was too shy to tell anyone.
my parents and I were driving past a cemetary one night. i noticed that there were blinking lights coming from the headstones. i asked my dad what those blinking lights were and he told me that when a ghost wakes up a light on the headstone blinks. i thought this was true for a very long time. i now know that the "blinking lights" are the reflections of the headlights on the pictures on the headstones. I think of that everytime i pass a cemetary at night and see the blinking.
I used to believe that when people died they would come alive later to sign their death papers
I used to think that a Cremotrium was a place where a machine that tucked people into beds underground.
Then I found out they all got burned inside..
I was mortified
When I was little, I knew that when people died, you buried them. Therefore, it was only logical that when babies were 'born', you dug them up out of the ground! I don't know why I thought that...probably something to do with the whole 'ashes to ashes, dust to dust' phrase.
I used to believe that if I didnt place my hand on my heart and feel the heart beats it would suddenly stop. It horrified me then, waking up in another position (ie, hand somewhere else), not knowing how long my heart had stopped for. It did explain why you sometimes dreamed, that was when your hand was off your heart and you were slowly dying...
...I creeped myself out for the longest time
My family was at a graveyard, planting flowers on a grave. I had been helping my mom, while my two younger brothers played in the field behind the graveyard. Once we were finished with the flowers, mom sent me to get my brothers. As I approached I saw they were standing, looking down at an old campfire. I overheard the oldest of the two explaining to his younger brother that "This is where someone was recycled".
I used to belive that if you sleep with your necklace on you would die. That is because my mom told me not to sleep with a necklace on.
My dad was in a Catholic school when he was a kid. He was always hearing about "dust to dust" (we come from dust, and when we die, our bodies turn back to dust). So, it's no surprise that he would freak out whenever he saw dust anywhere-- he thought someone was either coming to life or had died there! He's only recently admitted to believing this and told me to add this to the site.
When I was very small, I would throw a fit whenever my grandparents would bring me back home after a weekend out with them. My mother once told me that every time I cried, my grandparents grew older, and it made me stop crying. Well, at age seven, I was positive that I had killed my grandfather by crying too much.
when passing a cemetary my dad said, "do you know what all those flowers are for?"
"under each flower is a dead body"
my mom protested: "don't tell her that!"
i assumed she was yelling at him for lying to me as he often did, so i didn't believe him.
When I was a child and first heard about murder, I thought why don't the police just get a doctor's light and look at the back of the dead person's eyes? I was sure the face of the murderer would be recorded there, much like film being developed. Sure could solve a lot of crimes!
When I was little I thought that when people died that their bodies were recycled.The reason?One day I found a wart on my toe and a sunspot on my ear.I thought the wart and sunspot use to be an old man that dieds' body parts!I tried to take the wart off because I thought I could remove my bodyparts b-cuz god made the old mans' parts get removen.ow.!!!!!!!
My dad was always very vitamin-aware while I was growing up, so I understood at a young age that vitamins were good for you. However, my friend Marie was not so lucky. One day she devoured one too many Flintstone vitamins, and seeing as how she wasn't sick and her mom wanted to try to save the surviving Flintstones her mom told her that an overdose of Flintstone vitamins can kill and her time might be up. Marie took the news hard, and cried the rest of the day. Finally I arrived, informed her that "you can't die from vitamins", and saved the day.
When I was little, i used to think that when people got really old, they would just hit an age and they would start getting younger and younger and younger, then when they were one again, they would get older, and then younger, and then older, and the cycle would repeat forever.
My brother once told me (and I believed him) that the reason coffins were opened only half way was because they cut the lower half of the body off. EGAD! and at of all places my mother's wake.
When i was young, i would eat as many lollies as i could possible stuff in my mouth untill i was sooo full... Then my mum would always tell me "If you eat that many lollies you will pop!!" In my mind i had and image of somebody eating so much they would pop just like a huge balloon. I took easy on the lollies from that day on, it was only till i was about 10 that i finally twigged.... people can't pop...