death: people

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!

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...

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.

i was watching a moive when i was about 9 when a baddie got 'STD' and was going to die. I asked my dad how someone got STD and he said that it was when people do naughty things. Up until about 16 i thought that if you were naughty you would catch STD and die.

Suppose it was one way to make sure i behaved!

When I was in grade 4, the boys across the table told me that the people in ancient horror movies, like the origional Dracula ect... they actually had too be killed because they didnt have special effects, so if you wanted too be in a movie like that they gave your family a ton of money after you'd died. Anyway, when i was in grade 8, we had too do a progect type thing on the first movies, and i put in this information, i still dont know if it's true, i doubt it

once, when i was younger, my grandparents got into a motorcycle accident. when the phone rang, i didnt think anything of it. after that day, and for a few years afterwards, i thought if i didn't think "please don't let it be something bad" between the first and second rings of the phone, then either I or someone I knew was gonna die on the spot. this belief was especially frightening when i forgot to say it and i found my mother sleeping. i thought she was dead.

When i was about 5 i thaught that the "afterlife" was lying in ur coffin all day daydreaming & waiting for visitors to come & c u.
(hmmm. i wonder if i will go and haunt someone today?)

i used to think that when people died in a horror movie they were really dead so i figured that when someone wanted to kill themselves they would just try out for a horror movie

I used to believe that if anyone offered you a ride, and you got in their car, bad things would happen to you and you would die. Even if it was your friend and her mom, insisting on giving you a ride as they drive alongside you as you walk all the way home.

When I was about 5, I heard some of my mother's friends talking about a man that had "bit the dust".I learned that phrase meant "to die". The thought scared me so horribly, I became an incredible neat freak at 6! I dusted my room everyday, in fear that one of my family members would "bite my dust"!

When I learned that Princess Diana died in a car accident because the "paparazzi" were chasing her I thought paparazzi was a person. Boy did I hate that paparazzi.

There are some cannons at the local cemetary.. I used to think that when you were old age the cannons would kill you then they bury you.. i was scared as HELL LOL

I used to believe (when I was about 9 years old) that people that were announced dead in the news weren't dead for real (that it was make-up news). I only believed that people that died instantly (as in a car accident) were the only ones who really died. That was after I asked my aunt what was "died in the act"(translated literally from spanish "murió en el acto") and she explained that people who died that way, died in the instant the accident ocurred. That was when I assumed those were the only ones who died and people who were taken to the hospital and died was make-up news.

My grandpa died when I was six. At his burial, my 11-year-old cousin tried desperately to convince me that Grandpa was in a jar and about to be buried underground. Only later did I learn that it was an urn and his body had been cremated. And that was hard enought to wrap my mind around!

When I was a kid. We had a dog and one of her tricks waswhen someone said die to her she used to roll over on her back So I used to think this is the postion dead people would take was on their back with arms and legs in the air

I used to worry about Russia dropping bombs on us. I begged my parents for a canopy bed because I thought that the canopy would catch a bomb (that I thought were like cannonballs) and keep it from falling on me during the night.

i used to believe that the little metal stumbs that stuck out of the ground beside telepone poles were really leprocones grave because the stumbs were the shapes of little head stones.