death: people

When I was little I used to believe that everone died at the same time. I thought God would pick a day when everyone all over the world (which at the time consisted of 4 or 5 people) would lie down on the pavement and they would be gone. There was no dying, only death- it just was. All I knew was that no one would be left behind.

One morning when I was about 5, I must have waken from a strange dream, because when i woke I belived that if I stopped blinking I would somehow fall over and die. So I began blinking rapidly over and over, and i remember being really worried. My parents started laughing when they found out why and immediatly made me stop.

When i was little, i used to believe that when you die, you go to gad and tell him what you wnat to be, i thought my grandad was a tree!! I aleways wanted to be a butterfly.

I remember when I was a child my sister told me that my uncle Joseph died because my Grandma strangled him with a telephone cord because he wouldn't stop crying. It turns out that he was still born because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.

I used to believe that my grandma's tiny pistol would kill someone no matter where the bullet hit them. Kinda like a poisened bullet. I have now come to realize that my grandma's pistol wouldn't even kill a coyote. (We live in Texas, so it's not all that unusual for grandmothers to carry handguns.)

When I was little my cousin told me that when you go by a cemetary you have to hold your breathe. She said it saved a life. So, ever since she told me that to this day I still hold my breathe!

When I was about 7, my brother told me that if you write the name of a dead person in red, their ghosts will come and haunt you. Till today, I'm still afraid of writing the name of a dead person inred.

I used to believe that if I didnt place my hand on my heart and feel the heart beats it would suddenly stop. It horrified me then, waking up in another position (ie, hand somewhere else), not knowing how long my heart had stopped for. It did explain why you sometimes dreamed, that was when your hand was off your heart and you were slowly dying...
...I creeped myself out for the longest time

When we were kids playing Cowboys and Indians, when my brother was 'shot' he always 'died' lying on his back legs straight and with his arms out each side. Eventually I became cross with his lack of imaginative poses and asked why he always 'died' like that. It turned out that he believed that everyone went into that position when they died because that's how Jesus died on the cross.

i was at a funeral and mad a poem about my best friend in the world, i didn't cry and i knew god needed him. I saw him as an angel in the sky like his name was going to make him that, his name was Angel. From then on I believed that when everyone dies they become what they're name means

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I USED TO BELIEVE THAT WHEN PEOPLE DIED IN MOVIES THAT THEY DIED IN REAL LIFE.WHEN I SAW THEM IN ANOTHER MOVIE I SAID TO MYSELF "I THOUGHT HE DIED."

I was told that when you look at the stars, each star represents a living being anbd when you die your star dies..goes out, you only see your star when you about your star when you about to die

i used to believe that the little metal stumbs that stuck out of the ground beside telepone poles were really leprocones grave because the stumbs were the shapes of little head stones.

When I was a child, we lived on a street with a funeral home on the corner. For some reason, I, as well as several neighbor kids, seemed to think this was the only funeral home in town (our town was NOT that small). This led to speculation about what they did with the dead people while waiting for the funeral. We decided, since it wasn't a large place, that they stored them in a secret room under the parking lot. After deciding that, some of the kids didn't want to ride their bikes or skateboards in the lot, even though it was the best place around for practicing tricks.

While watching movies where someone died in an accident/fight (obviously a stunt man was used) I used to believe that the person was someone who didn't want to live anymore and had really died.

For years I believed that my great grandmother had been eaten alive by desert crabs and had recurring nightmares about it terrified that I might meet the same fate. She'd had cancer.