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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 think when someone died you could just get on an airplane and fly up into Heaven and go see them. So I wasn't that sad when people died.
One time when i was 7 i was pretending to be a hairdresser and i accidentally squirted perfume in my mouth. I went straight to my bed because i wanted to die while i was in my warm, cozy bed.
When someone died, I thought that they would turn blue and walk around like everyone else, and that everyone could see them.
I used to believe that when you died you went to a land of candyfloss where you could float around and not get fat ... Coincidently I used to belive that the clouds were made of candy floss ... maybe that has something to do with it?
i used to believe that Oncologist's were Dr.'s you saw when you had terminal illness, then i grew up and found out what Oncologist's really do.
when i was around 4, my cousin always read to me stories from the Bible. She came up to a part when she taught me people died they went to heaven. So everytime i saw an actor die in a movie i always thought that god didnt want them and let them keep living.
when i was young i used to beleive that when someone dies an angel will come and pick the soul and takes the soul with him
When I was young (around 5) my family fought alot and my brother has anger problems so I was always afraid he'd end up killing my mom or vice versa.
I used to believe that when u died people would u know go to the funeral bury u and all that then after a week or so you would go back to life but noone knew you were there.
For years I believed that my great grandmother had been eaten alive by desert crabs and had recurring nightmares about it terrified that I might meet the same fate. She'd had cancer.
I used to think that when someone "passed away" I thought it ment that they had just walked by. I also used to think that "passed on" ment they moved up in a line or something. Why does death have such complicating words? What's wrong with plain "died"?
I used to think that if I stared at people long enough, they would die. My teachers were always telling me to stop staring!
Being a Chrisitan since age 6 weeks (when I was baptised Chatolic but am now Lutheran) I though it was impossible for people to die on Christmas because It was Jesus' Birhtday and He would'nt allow it. Then I learned that Christmas wasn't Jesus' real Birthday and that people can die on December 24 and the 25.
my brother can count to a hundred.
if you ask him, he will. and when he reaches 99, he stops for a moment and says, "at 100 you die"
clearly he's associating counting with age.
I remember I started wondering how old my mom was when I was about 6. I asked her a few times, but she never would tell me, and would always end up to changing the subject. Then one day she answered and said she was 32. I was dumbfounded and disheartened. In that instant I believed my mother was very old, and did not have much longer to live. I spent the next sleepless week following my mom around, staring at her while she slept in bed to make sure she was still breathing, panicking when I heard her coughing from a cold that she had, and pounding on the bathroom door when I thought she was too quite in there. Honestly, it took me a good week to get over that one.
As a child, my grandmother used to talk to me about life. One day, as I sat on her knees, she caressed my face and told me that she, too, would someday be leaving us to go to Heaven. Thinking I could fix this, and that I could at least save my mother, I went to her and said that I wouldn't have kids! When she asked why, I answered that this way she couldn't die... that only grandparents died.
My little brother believed that cemetaries had streets in them so that the dead people would have a place to park their cars.
When I was like 7, my dad made me start using mouthwash. Upon inspecting it, I stumbled across the part of the label reading "if more than used is swallowed, contact your local poison center immediately."
This frightened me beyond all reason, and the first time I used it, I tried so desperately not to let any of it seep down my throat. But of course, I ended up swallowing a tiny bit, and spent the whole night crying and reflecting on my short life. How surprised I was when I woke up the next morning just fine and dandy.
Used to believe that my family members went to a different country, instead of acknowledging they had passed.
Well thank the parents for that one
When I was a kid, I use to believe, that groan people would die before kids.