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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 younger (I'm nine now.) I thought that when you died, you would just see pitch black. That really scared me, because I didn't want to happen that when I died, I would get bored.
At the age of five I overheard my fifteen year old brother say "We have to go plant Uncle Dick today", in regards to the cremated remains of my Uncle, whose funeral was that day.
I surmised, and believed for several years, that trees grew from people. People died and were "planted", at which time they grew in to trees...
I used to think that when you died you got to take whatever you were carrying with you to heaven. Every night I'd stick my hand through a hole in my blankie and wrap it around my wrist just in case I died in my sleep.
I used to believe that people died on their birthdays. I almost lost a childhood friend because she would brag to me about how she was older than I was (by 1 day), and I would just tartly respond, "That's fine with me, you're gonna die 1 day before me."
when i was young i used to believe a wake was when you waited for the dead person to wake up
When I was small, I thought guns, rather than having bullets, had small poisonous rocks in them, and that if you even stroked one, or sniffed the air around it, you would die! I also thought that when somebody was shot, the bullet could be used again and again and again...
My grandma died when I was very young and my Aunt was upset because I was having a good time playing with my cousin. She thought we should be sad too but I thought someone had to die in order for there to be enough room on the planet for a baby to be born. I thought it was really nice that my grandma had given her spot on earth to someone else. Besides, I thought she was soooo old.
I used to believe there was a magical man who created everything in the universe, and could see everything you do, and when you died you would go spend eternity on a cloud with him and everyone that ever died before you.
I used to believe that life was like a tv show and that the world ended when I died.
When I was about five, during a Christmas party, I asked my Dad some random question about the next year. His reply was "The world could end next year."
Taken literally, I was afraid the world was going to end every December 31st until I was about 12 years old. Thanks Dad.
My brother told me that if I breathed while driving past a cemetery I would die. So for years and years I would hold my breath. My dad thought it was funny to slow down and drive really slow past big cemeteries just to see me squirm. It became such a habit that it took me years to stop doing it as I would do it subconsciously.
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.