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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 little i asked my parents how elvis died. they explained to me that he died from taking too many drugs. i asked what kind of drugs, and they said uppers and downers that he got from the doctor. for years after that i actually thought that if you were famous and you went to the doctor and asked, she’d give you two bottles of pills, one labeled “uppers” and the other “downers.”
my grandpa passed away several years ago and my sister and i went to the funeral. there was a dog-food factory close to the gravesite and for years my sister thought she could smell my grandpa when it was the factory down the street. that had to have been traumatic for her...
Up till about the age of 10, I used to think that a cemetary was a place where they buried people in cement, and the grass was just on top.
I thought when someone was cremated, their body was put into a huge butter churn and they were, well, "cremated"!
when i was younger i use to believe that when someone died you could just send them a balloon and it would go up to heaven.
I saw in a magazines that was lying around the house, and it was talking about how any of us could die at anytime. And one of the lines read something like "You could die today at 1 o'clock" or something like that. But cause I was so young I took it literally. I actually believed that I was going to die at 1 o'clock that day.
I ran around all my family and friends bawling in my eyes out saying my "goodbyes" to everyone. People thought that there was something seriously wrong with my head. I'm 18 now and I still get teasted by my family about it.
my brother once told me that the reason coffins were only halfway open was because the lower half of the body was cut off. That had me terrified at my mom's funeral. I was 8.
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 was told that if you ever raise your hand to hit your Mother, your hand would stand straight up in your coffin and they would have to break your arm to close it.
My dad was in a Catholic school when he was a kid. He was always hearing about "dust to dust" (we come from dust, and when we die, our bodies turn back to dust). So, it's no surprise that he would freak out whenever he saw dust anywhere-- he thought someone was either coming to life or had died there! He's only recently admitted to believing this and told me to add this to the site.
As a child, my sisters and I were afraid to visit my grandmother if it was snowing out. Because we were afraid of having to stay over in her bed. Our reasoning? First Grandpa slept with her.... he died. Then her poodle started sleeping in the bed with her..... and died (very old dog). We really thought that if you sleep with our grandmother... you'll die.
Until I was maybe six or seven, I thought that when people died, they just repeated their lives over and over--like rewinding a videotape. When my grandmother was in a nursing home and made a comment about her hazy memories of being a teenager, I quite confidently told her that she'd be one again soon.
when I was a child, I believed that I could not die if I had a life insurrance.
When I was a kid, my brother told me that is you pushed really hard behind your ear it would kill you. I never touched that and i washed it very carefully....
I used to beleive that when some one would die the 'grim reaper' would get thiem... but with an odd diffreence. The grim reaper wore a flourecent orange PVC jacket and tight reptile skin pants, he looked like the person or animal (animal reaper wore the jacket and pants too) he was about to kill and when it was time to die he would hit you over the head with his guitar (he carried a large guitar) and said "Ha ha your dead) The person would fall to the floor. As a child i had a huge fear of glam rock bands coz they all dressed like this and carried guiars... I'm 29 and still have a fear of rock stars
My grandmother died when I was 9. I asked my mother what had happened and she told me grandma had went to sleep and never woke up. I ended up being the only insomniac in my 4th grade class. It was years before I could sleep normal.
We live near some TV and radio towers that blink red. When it is foggy they cannot be seen. I usually only notice them at night, this I always thought they were ladders that were lit up so people who died would find the ladder to climb to heaven. When I asked my mom why God choose red for the ladder instead of blue, she was mystified about how I came up with the whole idea. Recently, she passed away so now when I pass the towers while driving at night, I think of her.
I used to believe that the wax to make candles came from dead peoples ears. I think someone told me candle wax was a man made substance.
When I was a child I was taught by my siblings not to breath when passing a graveyard. "It's not polite to breath when others can't."
When I was five, our very old landlord, Mr. Small, died. After that I was very scared to go take a bath because for some reason I was convinced that his ghost would come out of the faucet and get me.