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- 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.
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top belief!
When I was around6 or 7 I heard my family talking about people who had died -- my mom said they "kicked the bucket". Asd a result I thought that anyone who kicked a bucket would die. I spent a whole summer getting up the courage to give it a try. One day I got one of my plastic buckets that I used to play with at the beach. I toold it itnto the back yard and set it down. For an hour I tried to summon my courage. I walked away and came back many times until I finally gathered up my nerve and ran full speed, as fast as I could, and I kicked that bucket as hard as I could and it went flying! I saw it go up, fall and hit the ground, bounce and land on it's side. I just stood there, and after a moment I realized I wasn't dead. I went into the house and explained to my Mom that I had kicked the bucket and asked her why I wasn't dead.
That was the first time I realized that everything your parents tell you isn't true.
When my Uncle Ben died (although he wasn't really my Uncle Ben, he was a freind of the family)my brother and I thought that he was in the attic (or to get to him, we would have to go through the attic) and so we treid to get up there. We talked about making something out of string to get us up there, and I put some brie in a bag, so that we wouldn't starve. We never did get up there, and the brie was forgotten about until my brother smelt it. It was thrown out, and the bag was washed.
We also thought that to get to him, we had to fill our selves with air. We had a balloon pump, so I put the nosle in my brothers mouth (I let him go fisrt, incase somthing bad happend) and I pressed on the pump. it didn't work, and we were disapointed.
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I beleived that the rectangles left by construction workers in the street were graves for poor people or cheap people
I believed that when my parents told me they had to go to a funeral and they were going to "calling hours", that they were in fact going to go and sit at a large conference table and answer the phone when people called. I was 22 when I realized the truth at the first funeral I attended.
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When I was little, my older sister and I were looking at a sunset. She told me that the sky was red from the blood of all the dead people in heaven. I believed that for a long time.
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I used to think everyone went to heaven in a pink trashcan (my grandmother had one in her bathroom when she died) and that the care-bears pulled them up in it with some sort of pulley.
I was a little off
I used to believe that if i took the covers off at night i would freeze to death.
wen i wuz little, like 4 (ten years ago) i thot that a the graveyard (cemetary) was spelled "g-r-a-v-e-y----ard" i kno it sounds stupid but its really funni cuz i thought that the ground was made of gravey.
i used to believe people were put in coffins because they were special cars that could drive you to heaven!
I uswed to believe that as long as someone lived to be 100, it was ok and you didn't have to be sad about it.
top belief!
My mother died when I was 6. For years I thought she was buried under my bed. To this day, as an adult, I never keep anything under my bed or look under it.
I used to believe that everyone carried maggot "eggs", or "larvae" in their bodies and when they died, the maggots knew it and came to life to eat your body.
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I once heard the story of Rip Van Winkle and from then on I thought the reason they wrote R.I.P. on gravestones was because the people were sleeping.
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When I was young, I saw a very tall gravestone and I asked my mom why it was so big. She replied "He must have had a lot of money" so for the longest time, I thought that when people died, all the money they had was kept inside the gravestone.
top belief!
I was raised Catholic, and when I was very small, the Funeral Mass was very confusing. I was just getting to the age when I could understand what the priest was saying, and I came to the conclusion that the people receiving communion were actually eating the dead person. The really scarey thing is that I don't remember the idea bothering me!
I looked up death in the dictionary, and it said something about not breathing and having no heartbeat, so I would try to lie very still and not breathe in order to have a near-death experience.
i used to believe, when i was about 4 years old, that if you swallowed an ice cube you'd die.
top belief!
I used to believe that my lego car was a reincarnation of my grandfather. You shoudl have seen my reaction when it was accidentally smashed by my mom. I was devestated and did not talk to anyone for a week.
I used to believe that when you visited a graveyard, the ground would suck you in and that is how you died.
I used to believe that your life expectancy was inversly proportional to how much you talked. The more you talked, the sooner you died. And you couldn't go through life not talking to anybody, which is why people didn't live forever.
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