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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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i used to think that when people died, the went up and lived on clouds like monkey from monkey magic. I though they could look down on us riding around on there little white clouds!!
I used to believe that anyone who died could be brought back to life by giving them electric shocks! I'd seen it on casulty on Tv once and was sure that it could always be done!
When i was about 4 my gran's neighbour died. Iwas told that the angels had taken him. I imagined the angels arriving to take him away in their car!
When I was very young (around 7 or 8), I overheard a conversation by my parents and a few of their friends. Apparently, one of the friends had just gotten back from the funeral of a distant family member.
My father then laughed, "You know, sometimes they pop right back outta the ground after you throw dirt on 'em." and even though the others shared in his laughter, I was horrified.
When i was a child, my mother asked my younger sister and myself to go down and sit with our dying gran, until our aunt could take over. We arrived at gran's, she was asleep in a very dark bedroom with some awful radio station playing in the back ground. After a while my younger sister who was by now terribly bored, leaned over to me and said in a loud whisper "is she dead yet, cos Blue Peter starts in five minutes and we will miss it" As a matter of fact, gran managed to struggle on for another three years or so.
When i was in year one. one of the kids
told me that if i got black paint on my hands and didn't wash it off strait away
it would kill me.
I remember as a very small child going with my parents to see my dying grandfather, the bed was, in my memory, so very high, I thought he was like the princess and the pea and had to have hundreds of mattress'.....needless to say it was just because I was 'wee'!!!!
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My little gramma (my great gramma)died when I was six. I went to the funeral. At that time I thought that if I got to close to her she would wake up and grab me and strangle me. I sat in the back row of course.
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I used to believe that eveyone died in alphabetical order, especially after i would read the newspaper obituary collumn. Hence I always wished I could be called Mr Zebedee! I'm a funeral director now, so I pretty much realise this isn't true!
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When I was very young we lived by a graveyard....days were long and it seemed a safer time then. Me and my friends used to play in the graveyard for hours on end, as it was large and filled with trees and hiding places. I always belived that the glass stones that were on the very old graves as decoration, would burn your hands (told to me by my very clever mother) and so would never ever think of going any where near them. It wasn't til years later, I think sometime in my twenties (would you believe it!) that I realised it had just been a ploy by my parents to stop me playing with the 'pretty' stones!
When I was about 7/8, the long-running UK TV soap, Coronation Street, showed one of the elderly characters, Martha Longhurst, sip a glass of "milk stout" in the pub, take off her spectacles and promptly die with her head in her hands.
For years after, I always feared that, if an old-ish person removed their spectacles, they would be dead soon after.
for most of my young childhood years i believed, because my sister told me, that African natives who were about to die would have their hearts pulled out of their chests so they could see them before they died. (why would they?! but hey, my sister told me so it had to be true!)
i used to believe that wen a sign in a shop said "all shop lifters will be prosicuted" it meant all shop lifters would be exicuted!
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I used to believe that any gravestones in the churchyard with big railings round them were for people who had been in prison and they still had to be behind bars even in death
I used to believe that if I cut the web of flesh between my thumb and forefinger that I would get Lockjaw (tetanus) and die.
I used to think that you died after you had breathed a million times. This resulted in spells of light-headedness as I went to sleep each night, attemtping to maximise my time alive.
that if you stuck out your tongue at your mother, your hand would stick up out of the grave when you died.
i used to believe that if you died you could choose what you could be reincarnated as.
i was at a funeral and mad a poem about my best friend in the world, i didn't cry and i knew god needed him. I saw him as an angel in the sky like his name was going to make him that, his name was Angel. From then on I believed that when everyone dies they become what they're name means
when I was little I believed that you could die before realizing it...amost like that Robert Crane book. You could get hit by a car and you'd think that the car missed you. You would go on living but in another universe you would have died at that instant. this would keep happening an infinate number of times. I also wondered who god's mommy and daddy were.
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