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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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The Norwegian coins all have pictures of the king on them. When I was about 4 years old the king died, but the coins with his picture were still in circulation. My granmother told me stories about the dead king, and also of my dead granfather. I got the two mixed up, and was convinced that the guy on the coins were infact my granfather. Hey, they were both dead right!
I thought dead ppl came back as zombies and ate peoples brains and that is why they buried the ppls undergrounds so the zombies could not escape.
And i was r8 scared of zombies
ROFL
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that my brother was going to die first because he was older than me. When we used to argue and he'd tease me, I would say "Well you're gonna die before me anyways HAA HAA," until one day when my mom heard me and told us that it wasn't true. Much to my brothers relief i'm sure.
When my grandfather died, we were at the wake and everyone was talking loudly. My little sister didn't really understand what was going on (she was 2), so she thought my grandpa was just sleeping so at one point she said to everyone, "ssh, he's sleeping!" Everyone started cracking up.
when i was younger i thought that areoplanes drove dead people to heaven
Until I was 13, I believed that when someone was killed in a car crash, they were burried where the memorial stood...I told my parents that if I died in a car crash, I didn't want to be burried on the side of the road.
For years as a kid I was always confused when people talked about euthanasia. I heard it as 'youth in Asia' and always wondered why everyone talked about the kids over there.
When I was in either kindergarden or early elementary school, the idea of death was creeping around my mind, and I used to think that if i held my breath once in a while, someone else could live just a little while longer because there would be more air for them in the world.
My friend actually believed this. He was playing with a vegetable peeler, and his mum told him not to. When he asked why, she said "That's how Grandpa died." His grandpa had actually died of cancer when he was very young, so he had no reason not to believe this. As he got older he started to question it, as vegetable peelers aren't very sharp. He finally confronted his mum when he was about thirteen and she denied ever having said it. She still does now.
I used to believe that the moment you blowed out the candles on the cake on your 100th birthday, you would die. And that no people lived past 100 years.
When ever my family would go to the graveyard to visit already departed family I would never get out of the car for fear that the buried people ( not just my family) would reach up and grab around your ankles and pull you in. To this day I still try to walk around the direct spot of burial.
As a kid I used to believe that the flower holders in cemetaries were for the dead people to come out of their coffins to take a drink from after they were filled up by relatives when they left flowers.
When I was younger I thought you could die only from being shot or hit in the head or the heart. I have now found out you can die from everything from an undercooked hamburger to alcohol poisoning, just to name a few.
i used to believe that i could avoid death by locking myself in a closet.
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.
Someone told me People and fish went to the same place.I thought they meant humans get flushed
I used to believe that when you died, your tongue would automatically stick out. Whenever I played dead, I would stick my tongue out. When I was 9, my brother told me I stupid after I "died" during a game of "cops and robbers."
I once sucked the liquid out of a purple magic marker when I was about 4. When my sister saw my tongue she said, "Oh no! You're going to die!" A couple of minutes later my mother saw my tongue and immediately started scrubbing my tongue with a toothbrush. She too said, "You're going to die!" I didn't fully understand the concept of what death was, I said, "Oh, umm, okay."
When I was little I went to my Aunts house for a visit. She had a set of steps paved with smooth tiles that led to the basement. As she led me down the steps she told me to be careful because the steps were a little slippery and you could fall and hurt yourself or even die. I started to look around everywhere and then asked her where all the dead people were. The best part was her answer: "You don't just leave them lying around like that!"
when i was young my father passed away. it didnt phase me and my sisters cause we were all so young, i guess when my older sister asked my mom where my dad went, my mom said upstairs, so one day i asked my older sister where he went and she said to me, "danielle, daddy died going upstairs" and i said, "wats died?" and she goes, "when you go upstairs and you never come back, it could happen to neone" seriously, till 2nd grade, i was petrified of walking upstairs, everytime i did i would hold on to the railing so tight and i would squeeze my eyes shut and i said to myself "dont died,u can do it, just one more step, dont died"
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