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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.
Until I was 13, I believed that when someone was killed in a car crash, they were burried where the memorial stood...I told my parents that if I died in a car crash, I didn't want to be burried on the side of the road.
When I was little, I believed that people would live forever if they exercised. It confused when I heard of someone dying. I would think " why didn't they just exercise"??
Both my mum and I used to believe that people couldn't live beyond 100: obviously you could die of old age before then, but 100 years was the automatic cut-off point.
I just believed that when you fell asleep after your 100th birthday, you'd automatically die.
Mum used to believe that the entire old lady, rocking-chair included, ascended to heaven in a column of light.
I used to think life was a dream and I was in heaven
When I asked how my grandma had died (before I was born) someone told me that it was cancer that killed her. It sounded like Cancer was the name of a person, and for the longest time I had an image in my mind of my grandma minding her own business in a bar and some western-style villain named Cancer just walked in (through the swinging saloon doors) and shot her.
I used to believe, until I was probably twelve or so, that a "deathbed" was an actual piece of furniture. When I was really young, I thought it was a bed that could kill you (like the myth of Procrustes), and when I was preteen-aged, I thought it was a bed that people bought specifically to die on, when they knew their time was running out. Either way, I thought it was an incredibly morbid concept.
I used to think that when you died, and went to heaven, God would meet you there (I thought he'd look something between Albus Dumbledore and Santa Clause) and take you to a place where they have these inverted conics, with televisions attached to them, and you and God would sit in the clouds and watch your life from beginning to end with each other. he would then decide whether you could stay in heaven, or go to a cloud jail, which is where the bad people went, because I thought God was to nice to send people to Hell.
When I was little, some friends and I believed that we could see ghosts. We had this group and we would describe all of the ghosts we saw to each other. Although it was mostly imagination, it was still fun.
This is actually my son's belief and it is pretty macabre!
The first time he saw mannequins in a shop he turned around and asked: Mum, why did they kill people and then put clothes on?
I thought you always die if you A. get cancer or B. have a heart attack
I used to believe that if I let go of a helium-filled balloon outside, it would reach my daddy in heaven. My sister and I would get those balloons they give kids after eating at Shoneys and come home and write notes to our Dad in sharpie.
I thought that life is a dream and when you die you wake up (maybe it's true who knows?)
I thought that if you took a drink out of the drinking fountain at the cemetary, blood would come out of the faucet.
I used to believe that when people died, they flew to heaven in their coffins.
When I was little I thought when you died your tongue would hang out of your mouth like a dog's tongue. So when my brother and I played cowboys and Indians and we got "shot" we'd fall to the ground with our tongues hanging out, except our tongues were pointed upwards and not downwards. I guess we didn't know about gravity at that time!
When I was little I misheard something about battery acid, and I thought that if you got some on your skin, you would explode.
I was about 7 and my bro and I were handling some cheap Chinese batteries and I got some acid on my hands. I started shaking and ran upstairs for dear life to the bathroom to wash it off before I exploded. I was expecting death at any second. Until my brother intervened to explain!
When I was little, I had always believed that heaven was underground because dead people were buried. Then I learned about the underworld, which thoroughly confused me.
When my sister and I were little, from our bedroom upstairs at night, we could see the reflection of our living room window in the window of the house nextdoor. The curtains created two seperate curvy reflections of light that would flicker as our mom walked past the window. We thought these were actually the ghosts of the elderly couple that had recently passed away, having sex.
my brother used to believe that the vases in cemeteries, the ones with the holes in, were microphones that you could speak to dead people through
when i was younger my brother told me that you had to hold your breath when passing a cementary or else ghost would enter your body