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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 was around 5 years old and was watching on TV an annual broadcast tribute to JFK. My big brother told me that I had killed him and that I had just blocked it out. I believed him and became hysterical. Mind you, JFK died in 1963 and I was born in 1967...
I was always told that people go to heaven when they die. I thought that when they died, their bodies physically floated all the way up to heaven. I remember hoping that no one ever died in a car because then there would be a big hole in the roof of the car after they went to heaven.
When I was about eight my grandpa died and I went to his funeral. I noticed a silver semi-sphere with holes in (flower holder) and I thought it was a speaker so I started speaking through it and I thought I was talking to my grandpa. My mum lifted me up and told me I was speaking to a flower holder!
I used to believe that when you died that you would have to fall over to be considered "dead
' so i thought if i just held onto something like a pole when i was about to die i would never fall over therefore live forever.
I had a babysitter who warned all us kids not let the crumbs from our doughnuts to fall on the floor of her van, or her husband would "kill her". I imagined us all fending for ourselves, no babysitter to take us to the bathroom or give us snacks. I was scared to death.
I used to believe that a wake was something you go to to try to bring the dead person back to life.
when i was a child, and people asked me where my grandparents lived, i used to just smile vaguely and point my finger to the sky, since the only thing i really knew was that i had to take a plane to get there (they lived up north). in norwegian, the expression for "the sky" and "heaven" is the same (himmelen), so every time i did the finger pointing, people used to say "poor thing" and pat me on the head with a sad look upon their faces.
I thought that you died when someone took your picture, that you were somehow frozen, flattened out and hung on the wall.... My parents had arranged for a formal portrait of me and my sister -- I couldn't imagine why they were doing such a thing, and I was very sad and scared. The photographer came to the house, set up his lights and things, took the shot, and... I was still there! What a relief!
When my great-grandmother died, my parents told me to not be sad because she was going to a better place where she would always be happy and be with the people she loved. Well...it sounded so nice that I decided I'd join her....by hitching a ride in her coffin. I waited till the viewing part of the ceremony was over and no one was really paying attention, then climbed in. If my uncle hadn't been late to pay his final respects and opened up the casket, I just might've been an unsuspecting passenger on my great-grandmothers last voyage.
When I was little I used to beleive that the food you ate always stayed in your stomach. And eventually you died because the food kept piling up until you choked on it and died.
I used to believe that serial killers would jump out of cereal boxes and kill me...
[Grand Rapids, Mi, circa 1953]
In first grade, a classmate said that she liked me and was going to visit me on Saturday. I played on front of my house for hours looking out for her arrival, but she never came.
On Monday, I found that she had been killed crossing a busy street that her traveling to my house would have taken her. I was young enough to believe that I had some responsibility and had some ambiguous concern.
Later, the city installed a "WALK/DON'T WALK" signal along with a new traffic control signal at the intersection at which she died.
My macabre experience resonably linked the two events and I realized that all traffic lights were put up only after someone was killed.
I used to believe that meat was obtained from animals who died a natural death.
When I attended a funeral with my family and was told about cremation I assumed that the person was being cooked for eating. I was not able to eat meat for some time after as I was always concerned that I was potentially eating a human.
When I was younger, the prayer that goes "and if I die before I wake, I pray to God my soul to take" used to terrify me. Every night I'd be afraid of dying in my sleep, so I'd never say that part of the prayer. Eventually I realized that if I slept with my hand in front of my nose and mouth, I would be able to feel it when I stopped breathing and would wake up in time to stop myself from dying.
I always believed at 12am, all the dead people would come alive and eat anyone that was still awake. I can only imagine which parent told me that one.
When i was younger i thought R.I.P on graves was a persons name, i always wondered why so many Rips died.
When i was little, i used to think that when you bought your grave plot, you bought a house in heaven to live in too!!!!
My brother told me that anyone with an arm band, like the ones bartenders used to wear in old western movies, murdered his brother. So, I thought that anyone wearing any kind of bracelet high on the arm; around their bicep, murdered their brother. In the seventies, these bracelets were very popular among women, so I thought I was often surrounded by murderers.
When my grandma died when I was 5, I was the only one not crying my eyes out. The reason was because I thought that you would go to Heaven for a week and then come back. I was prooved wrong. :P
I used to believe that when you died, you just layed in your coffin forever, and I was scared because I thought I would be bored.