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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.
I used to believe that in order to get to heaven after you died, some one had to take your body up in a plane and drop you off.
When I was little, I believed that, rather than dying, when people got too old, they simply turned into kids again. My dad would always say stuff like "I'm gonna go play on the swings!" and I'd say "No, daddy, you have to wait until you turn into a kid again!"
I used to believe that when people died they came back on choo choo trains that was similar to the train in the movie Dumbo
I always used to think that when someone was referred to as "late", it meant that they had just died in the past year
When I was little I thought that the stones in cemeteries were put there to keep the dead people from getting out of the ground. I eventually mentioned to my mother how relieved I was that the dead people couldn't get out, i had nightmares for years after she told me that wasnt their purpose.
I used to belive when i was little that after i died, all the people who died before me came back to life, and after they died it would switch back to people of my time, and so on.
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.