people

I used to believe that people were dead in graveyards because those huge stone (gravestones) had fallen on them.

Justin Richardson

Poison. How it works: it tastes so bad that you istantly die of fright. Hmmm.

Dwardo

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.

Jeff

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

bury me in black 665+1

I used to believe that when someone to died, your body was left behind, and is the end, not exists the heaven and the hell

a01033587

When I was about 3 or 4 I thought that the jets that fly straight up in the air and left the trails of somke behind them were coffins going to Heaven. When my mom and I were outside and I saw one of the trails of smoke that the jet left, I would look at my mom and say "Look mom there's someones coffin going to Heaven."

Amanda

I used to believe that when you died, your skeleton left your body and went to heaven, and all the rest of the flesh was left behind. The skeletons could walk around in heaven.

Ben

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!

fina

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.

Kayla

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)

Emzi

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.

Annie

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.

ConanaBanana02

I used to believe that when people died they would come alive later to sign their death papers

I know what you did last summer

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

Sporque

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

dreamer

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.

-I don't belive that anymore-

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.

James