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The Norwegian coins all have pictures of the king on them. When I was about 4 years old the king died, but the coins with his picture were still in circulation. My granmother told me stories about the dead king, and also of my dead granfather. I got the two mixed up, and was convinced that the guy on the coins were infact my granfather. Hey, they were both dead right!

Gudrun

When I was seven years old my uncle died, and this lead to a number of trauma for me. I was sure my uncles ghost was living underneath my bed, and would grab my feet if I didn't hurry getting in and out of bed. I was also convinced that when I was brushing my teeth, the ghost could appear in the mirror, in the bath tub or behind the door, I was terrified of the bathroom!

Gudrun jare

When I was four, my grandfather died. He and I were always joking around. When he died I though that he was only playing hide and seek with me, that we couldn't find each other. In his funeral, my mother told me that he was in that coffin. I ran up to the coffin, knocked on it, and said "Hi, grandpa, here I am." I actually thought he would walk out of that coffin...gee, that would have been creepy if he did...

Sammy

When I was younger (about 10 years old) I thought that the death cross (you know,the scall and the bones in a cross over it) meant the same as the hospital cross. So when my grandma was on the hospital me and my sister drew her a drawing. I wrote "you`re gonna be fine" etc. And in the bottom of the drwaing I put a death cross with a frame around it! I`m sure that must have been nice to rescive......

Death Cross

On the way to my kindergarden my mom and I always went through a cemetary, I was always asking many questions about everthing. So one day I came home to my dad very pleased and said: "Daddy! When you die we're going to put you in the ground and grow vegetables on you!" My own little version.. Dad vas not as pleased as me with the idea..

Anon

When I was five and my baby brother was about 1 I can remember tickling him so much that he was out of breath. My mother came along and said be careful you'll tickle him to death,consequently I never tickled him again fearing that I would kill him.

Faith

i used to watch the kind of cartoons when people died, a stream of light would come from the sky and carry there spirits up to heaven. so everyday when my mom was driving me from church, i would look out the window and see shafts of light coming through the clouds. then i would be very sad because i thought people were dying.

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My parents once told me that people went to heaven when they died. For years I believed that their body went up to heaven after the funeral and the family buried the box they had been in. Don't know how the body got up there, though...

Anon

When I was little, I used to think a dead person always looked the same way: eyes closed, tounge hanging out off to the side of their mouth.

Amanda Landry

I used to believe that if you gave cpr to a dead person they would come back to life,I told my cousin and he tried it at the funeral of my aunt.His family was kicked out and he was grounded for a month!

My couisn was mad at me person

Around the ages of 4-6 or so I thought when you died that you fell on your back and your tongue hung out of your moth.

anon

When talking to me about A.I.D.S., my mother told me that she knew a woman who had died of A.I.D.S...When I asked her how that woman got the disease in the first place, my mother told me that "She had been with many men", and from then on I was afraid of being around too many males in one place at one time, for fear of getting A.I.D.S.

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When I was little, my dad was a traveling salesman and I would go with him alot. He would tell me that the big stacks of hay in a farmers field was where the Indians were buried! I passed this one on to my own kids!

Kandi Bowman

I remember being in second grade and listening to my mom and dad as they taked about a neighbor who had recently passed away from a "hard" attack. I went on for two years praying that I would never have a hard attack and die. In fourth grade I wrote a paper in my English class about a relative who had passed away from such an attack. My English teacher was a wonderful older woman who would never make fun of her students but she couldn't contain her chuckles as she read my paper. Needless to say she straightened me out that day. Now I hope I will never die of a "heart" attack!

Lee

I though when you died you would dream forever....

Confuseded

My uncle told me he knew someone you died, because they choked and wear lying on their back. I was terrified that night and i still refuse to sleep on my back and its been 7 years since i last did so...

Paraniod 13 yr old

My father told me at one time that Richard Dean Anderson, my childhood hero from MacGyver had died in real life. I was so upset until recent years when I saw Stargate. Happy as a squirrel since then.

Linda Marika