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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.
When I was little my parents pointed out the gravestones in a graveyard and explained that it was where people had been buried. I didn't realise they meant people were buried in the ground, I thought people were literally buried in the headstones. For years, everytime I walked through a graveyard I'd try to figure out how they could possibly fit a body inside them (surely dead people weren't that skinny!). I was particularly baffled by how it was possible with the simple cross shaped gravestones. I felt so ridiculous when I finally found out the truth.
My sister and I shared a room when we were younger, my bed was near the door and my sisters was near the window. I was so scared that if someone broke into our house that they would attack me first and my little sister would be able to get away. I no longer wanted to sleep next to the door. Come to find out my little sister was scared of the window for the same reason. So we decided to change sides. Then I believed that I would be saved because the intruder would get my sister first and give me enough time to run. My sister thought the same way!
When I was younger, I saw a show about scary places. This family had been decapitated in their sleep with an axe. I started sleeping with my covers up to my chin in hopes that if someone broke in with an axe, the blanket would stop them. I still pull the covers to my chin when I'm scared at night.
I used to beleave when a person sed "folow your'e heart" it ment that when someone dies,there heart jumps out of them and they folow it to Heaven!I stoped beleaveing that when I was 7.I'm 9 now.
When I was about four my parents took me on a camping trip to Mt. St. Helens Park in Washington State. I saw a plaque that commemorated the spot where deep below the cooled lava it was believed that a car with some unfortunates that didn't escape the eruption in 1980 were to be found.
I used to believe that if we could only dig up the car (with the nice people in it) then my uncle (who was a doctor) would be able to bring them back to life. My parents never corrected me on the idea.
My dad was in the military, and we usually lived on an army base. Often, my family would drive off base and to return we were required to present our IDs. I used to think that if we didn't have them, the soldiers would immediately shoot all of us without thinking twice. It always bothered me that the soldiers were heartless enough to gun down innocent drivers and even children who either forgot their CDs or took a wrong turn.
When I was little my mom brought me to the cemetery to see the graves of some of my relatives. I looked at some of the tombstones of married couples where one had died, but the other was still living, but marked on the tombstone. I asked my mom how people were able to survive even though they were buried alive.
when i was 5 i thought people killed other people at least once in there life.
I used to believe that peoples souls looked exactly the same as the inside of a soap pump dispenser
When I was little I used to believe that when you died you got buried in your own yard.
When I was younger, I used to pile pillows up on me while I slept. I believed that if someone broke into the house, the pile of pillows would stop a bullet if the stranger decided to shoot me.
When I was 8 my uncle died of a drug overdose. My parents told me that he died because of drugs, which I interpreted to mean that if I ever used illegal drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes, I would drop dead. Even when I got older and knew it was irrational, I would not touch any of that stuff.
When i was little i remember hearing that they dug up Abe Lincoln's body. There were scratch marks in the coffin and his nails were falling off. From that point i was scared of being buried alive. I'm 14 and i still want to be cremated.
The first time I learned about the explosion of the Challenger Space Shuttle, I was really shocked that Christa McAuliffe was not only a teacher but a mother. I knew that my mom loved learning about space and I was terrified that she would be chosen to go up into space as well.
When we were little, my younger brother used to throw temper tantrums by throwing himself on the floor and just lying there motionless. The only way we could get him up was to say "Well, I guess he's dead. That means we have to bury him in the back yard now." at which point he would jump up off the floor, crying and begging us not to do it. He honestly thought we were going to bury him alive.
When I was younger, I truly believed that if someone ever tried to drown me it wouldn't work because I could just keep drinking all the water until it disappeared. I was confused when people did drown and thought "why didn't they just keep drinking?"
when i was little i asked my parents how elvis died. they explained to me that he died from taking too many drugs. i asked what kind of drugs, and they said uppers and downers that he got from the doctor. for years after that i actually thought that if you were famous and you went to the doctor and asked, she’d give you two bottles of pills, one labeled “uppers” and the other “downers.”
I used to believe that each star was like a cafe or small space where everyone who had died could get together and catch up. People would go off on adventures during the day and then meet up with friends in the stars and talk about them. I used to have images of my grandma and grandpa sitting up there drinking coffee, chatting and talking about their latest adventures.
When I was very little my grandparents took to me along with them to the hospital to visit one of my greats or great-greats (something like that.) Children weren't allowed in the hospital so I stayed in the car with one grandparent while the other visited. My only recollection of this was that this relative couldn't talk. She later died, and for years I was convinced she died because she couldn't talk. I never told anyone this, I just took it be a "truth". Anyway, when I was around 18, I was visiting with my mom, grandmom and a friend and somehow this subject came up. As soon as I verbalized my belief out loud, I knew it couldn't be true. Needless to say, my friend and family had a big laugh.
I thought, somehow, as a child that if you played chess and made a wrong move, you might blow up. I saw some show, I believe perhaps on Playhouse 90, that showed two men playing chess and there was an explosion so I believed that would have to me also.