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As long as I can think back, I have always imagined souls as transparently green, slightly fluorescent tennis bats on the inside of our bodies. I also imagined god as an old man made from the same material, who could suddenly appear everywhere.
When I was 10 and watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in theaters with Dad and my brother Shaan, when Snape said "No! He belongs to the Dark Lord!" I thought he was talking to Harry and I thought he meant that Dumbledore belongs to the Devil and is in hell.
When my parents told me that I would go to Heaven if I died, I thought that they would drive my dead body to Heaven in a car and drop me off there, and I would come back to life as soon as I arrived.
I used to believe that a "soul" was an object, which looked like a white rose without the stem. It was soft, flexible, and probably made of plastic. I may have gotten that idea from seeing a picture of a white rose in a book that had the word soul in it.
For some reason when I picture someone floating up to heaven, I pictured their entire house glowing and flying up into the air with them inside it. So basically I pictured that your house goes to heaven with you.
I thought that heaven was in the clouds. I mean, I actually thought that when I looked at the clouds, I was seeing heaven. Lol. This probably stemmed from the story of the tower of babble or something. I had no idea about space or anything like that. I also wondered how it was heaven that was normal and hell that was hot, because "heaven" was close to the sun.
i used to believe that when you died you would have to climb up a ladder and then God would be standing there with a massive clipboard - and on it were all the good things and bad things you'd done. i thought that santa went to God and had a discussion about whether i was on the good list or the naughty list. i used to worry so much about this... :)
I thought Heaven was some kind of trailer park in the desert near Las Vegas that people moved to when they got old.
When we were about 9, my friend and I used to think our neighborhood was haunted so we tried talking to the ghosts and performing exorcisms.
I used to believe that when people die, they turn into a star.
When I was young at funerals people would say that the person who died was "gone to heaven" so for years I believed that our local graveyard was heaven
When I was little, I believed that when we fell asleep, we went to heaven and that's where our dreams took place (which would explain why we sometimes see passed loved ones), but when you woke up, you returned to earth.
I used to believe that if you ever lied you would automatically go to hell. I lied once about something when i was really little and started freaking out waiting for the earth to open up and hell to swallow me.
when i was little i always asked my mom if i could take my blankie to heaven. she said i could, so i always used to imagine my family soaring (all together) up to heaven, superman-style, with my blankie in my hand.
once I belived that heven is in the sky and you can see it when you fly.
I thought that Satan and The Devil were two different people!
When I was about five years old, my older brother, and cousin were teasing me about how I was going to hell, and how the Devil was coming after me. For some reason, I was convinced that the Devil was the burger snatcher from McDonalds. Needless to say, I was the only kid I knew who didn't want to eat at McDonald's.
I thought that Heaven was literally up in the sky and you could fly there in a plane
When I was a child, I would always let go of my balloons when I was outside. I was convinced I was sending them up to Heaven to be with my grandparents.
I remember probably the first time someone close in the family died, when I was about seven, I was confused about how they're laid out. I have a drawing I did of someone who died being on the cross like Jesus. I guess that's how I thought everyone who died was displayed. I was a weird (and religious) child.