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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 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...
When my Granny died when I was 5 we where riding in the family limo I looked out the window and saw the herse with my Great granny in it, And asked my mom where the buzzards where because I thought that when any thing died buzzards would circle over u until you where buried.
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.