death: people

I used to believe…

every time i saw the sun shining through the clouds, i thought it was a person going to heaven,which meant lots of people died in the same places at the same time.

my mother died when i was only 6... she had a twin sister i had Only seen in pictures. So there i sat at my mothers funeral sitting beside my mother. I thought she just didn't like me anymore so she pretended to die so she could get away :(

i used to believe that a dagger from hell was launched at the same time you were born, and it would gradually make it's way to you and kill you.....I'm 44 now, and it hasn't found me yet- perhaps it is just round the corner?

I used to believe when young that the world was a rational place, to the extent that one would live an exact number of years and die on one's birthday. Childhood fears included the witch under the bed who would grab my ankle if I put a leg out of bed, and a fear that I would fall into the toilet, shrinking and disappearing around the u-bend as I fell.

When I was 5 I went to my great grandmother's wake with my mom. I understood what death was at 5, but my mom must not have realized this. When we were sitting down in the church, and everybody was going up to the casket, I asked my mom why there was a lid on the box (casket). She said that grandma was sick when she died and that the lid was in case she started coughing, they could close the box (casket) to keep all of us from getting sick. I was confused for a second, then asked her, "you can still cough after you die?" She said "yes." So, I believed that your body could cough for some time after you die. I believed this untill I was a teen-ager.

I lived in a northern town in British Columbia where our family of 5 children used to run wild all day just coming in for meals. I was about 3/4 years old and came across the neighbour's cat lying in a field blown apart by a shotgun. I went home and told my mother and she said that Mr. McGregor (yes he really was called that!) had shot the cat because he was sick. About a week later I was in bed with a high fever. My mother was stroking my forehead, saying, "Poor Sandy, Sandy's sick". I immediately asked if my dad "was gonna shot me?"

when i was younger i used to believe that when someone died all of the dead people hung about on street corners and kill ya so they could have some company

when i was young, i used to believe that after people died ,angels took there souls and trapped them in the sky as stars.Thats why stars are countless. :)

When I was a youngster I thoght the
"bottoms" of dead people were
buried. This I couldn't understand, and was relieved when I saw her whole body, not just her "bottom", in the casket when my grandmother died!

When I was young, I thought when you reached the age of 50, you had lived half of your life and had 50 more years to go. I'm now 46 and ...........

I used to believe that everyone died on thier birthday.

I used to believe that my parents and aunts and uncles visted the graves of their parents so frequently because they were old too, and going to join them there soon.

I used to believe,and till this day can't prove it,that the reason people die is because everyone is born to have only a certain amount of heartbeats and once you reach the amont you have,something happens,then you die....I think I was like 5 or 6 yrs old.

When I was very small I thought that people only died when they were very old and then in their sleep. I'd stay overnight at my grandmother's house in the bed where she and my grandfather used to sleep, and I used to lie awake all night imagining her waking up and trying to revive him (in the place where I lay, too). Only years later did I understand that my grandfather had been sick and died in a hospital (two years before I was born).

My grandmother once showed me a photo of a little girl in a photo album. She told me that this girl used to live next door, and that she was playing in her room one day. Her parents, who were downstairs, heard a thump from her room, and when they got there, she was dead on the floor. She had been playing with a plug socket, and had been electrocuted. This gave me the worst nightmares of my childhood.
I later found out that the girl in the photo was my Aunt, aged about 4. I have no idea why Nana told me this, it was completely unprovoked, and we hadn't been discussing anything to do with electricity etc when she told me...we had been having a great time looking at old pictures!!

until the age of 12, i used to believe that dead bodies come alive at night after everybody has slept.so i was afraid to go out at night after 9.00pm.