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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 when you had a cousin twice-removed, they had died and came back to life twice.
5 years before I was born my grandfather died because of smoking cigars.When I was 2 I invented an imaginary friend named "Chompa" which, according to my grandma, was because I couldn't say grandpa yet. I thought (and I still think) that he was my grandfathers ghost trying to warn me of how he died and not to do what he did.
After the death of my great-grandmother (when I was about 6), my mother was trying to explain to me what happened to people after they died. Not having any specific religious views other than a belief in an afterlife of some kind, I was told "nobody really knows what happens to the soul", which for some reason satisfied me. I was more upset about what happened to the body. When I was informed that the body was put into "a casket", I must have got "casket" and "basket" mixed up, because I pictured dead people getting stuffed into something like a clothes hamper, which was always called the "laundry basket" in our house. I thought that was horrible. I didn't sort it out until several years later, when I saw a funeral in a movie.
Both my grandfathers died before I was born. I was a lonely child, and decided that my paternal grandfather's soul lived inside a tree at my school and would talk to me. Later, when dad's stories revealed that Grandpa had been fairly mean, I decided I didn't like him (or "his" tree) anymore.
I thought that dead people were stuffed INSIDE their gravestone instead of buried in a coffin.
I use to tell my boys that if you didn't wear your seat belt that you would die, after several years of telling them this, my grandmother passed away in a car accident from not wearing her seat belt.....they always wear their seat belts now with not questions.
Kind of sad but kind of funny!
My father died when I was 8 years old and my uncle moved in with us to help out. Every time our neighbor girl saw him ( she was 7) out in the yard she would scream at the top of her lungs and go running as fast as she could back home. Nobody could figure out why for the longest time! Found out a year later that she thought that my uncle was my dad's ghost and that she was the only one who could see him!
As a kid someone had told me about people dying of suffocation. Once me & my friends had gone for a slumber party at a friend's place. At night my friend's mum shut all the windows since it was cold. I couldn’t sleep for a very long time thinking that soon all of us will breathe all the available air & soon die of suffocation. As a result, I woke up & stealthily opened one of the windows.
I woke up the next morning feeling rather cold but also smug about the fact that how I'd saved everyone from dying!
I still don't shut the windows!
There were never many motorcyclists where I grew up so I guess I had seen something where a bad guy rode a motorcycle because one time I was peering out the window I saw somebody driving around my cul-de-sac on a motorcycle and then and there I knew I was going to die because it was a bad guy coming to get me. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt to this day.
my grandad died 2 years before i was born so i never got to see him, but all through my life ive believed that he can see me and everything i do. so when i done something wrong i would hit myself and apologise for my bad behaviour.
That when my grandad died a littte Robin took his place and everywhere i went the robin was there and a bright star appeared in his place the night he died so that was him. The robin still follows me now. It was his favourite animal! I love him and miss him loads!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I used to think that people died in real life when characters in movies or tv perished. So naturally I assumed that all acting roles that required the death of the character were played by death row inmates and the suicidal.
My dad passed away when I was 2 and my mom told me that him and Jesus were both in my heart. I used to believe when I ate my food that they would eat it after me and that's how they ate.
When my grandad died many years ago there was a mournig held in my nan's hourse. From all around relations and friends gathered. My youngest brother about 2 went up to a elderly man and asked "how old are you?" the man replied "74" then my brother said "you should be dead!!!"
My mom told me when I was little that Elvis died because he took too many Vitamin C chewable tablets. Every time I went to the doctor I was afraid to take the vitamins!
My father told me that one time a ninja had entered the military and killed himself accidentally by saluting. I believed this until I was at least 25.
I was over at my friend's house when I was about 4, and her folks were watching something about Elvis on TV. I didn't know who he was as my folks were more Rolling Stones/Beatles/Dylan fans.
My friend was a whole 6 mos older than me, and thought she knew everything. So she she started telling me all about him, and I swear she told me that he died from drinking too much grape juice.
It put me off drinking grape juice for many years, much to the puzzlement of my mom.
And I don't remember this too well, but my parents tell me I came home that day and did a wicked Elvis impersonation - You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog - complete with the hip/leg thing. I don't know, since I don't remember (or have repressed it, lol). It is a mystery.
For the record, as a grown-up, I am not a particular fan of Elvis, but I don't dislike him either.
My teenage neighbour once came round doing a survey for her religious studies class at school asking "what do you believe happens when you die?" She asked my parents first and then she asked me. I thought they were all crazy because it seemed like the answer was obvious. "You go to the graveyard!"
I remember running into my mum and dad's room when I was little, bawling my eyes out saying I couldn't sleep. They asked me why and I replied "Mummy, what will happen to Rosie (my doll) when I die?"
When I was young, we went to a funeral for a neighbor of my grandparents. I had asked my mom how she died and she said she had something growing inside of her. Not long before the funeral my grandfather had told me not to swallow watermelon seeds because they would grow in my stomach. For a long time I believed she had swallowed a watermelon seed. (She had died of cancer)