religion: afterlife

When I was little, I used to believe that whatever you were buried in or with after you died, is what you'd have in heaven. So when my grandfather died when I was 6, I started spouting off all this stuff we had to put in his casket, so he'd have it in heaven. The only good thing about this belief was that every time someone in my family died, I was sure to chear everyone up. It wasn't until I was 9 and my great grandmother died, that I realized you couldn't take anything with you to heaven.

Remember the Chao from Sonic Adventure? I used to think that your soul looked like these Chao, and when you died you would go to a place that looked kinda like Mystic Ruins! I used to play a lot of Sonic Adventure ^_^

before i learned about any other religion, i thought that when someone dies,jesus flies down from a cloud and pulls them up to heaven.then i found out about other religions and people going to the underworld.

when i first heard about life after death, i was afraid to die of old age, because i did not want to end up in heaven as an old, wrinkled, ugly lady

In my church, if you looked up at the lights for a while you would start to see weird shadows once your eyes became dazed by the lights. I was convinced these were the people of the afterlife and they were trying to contact my seven year old mind

As a Jehovahs Witness when I was a child, we were always told how wonderful things would be for us Witnesses after Armageddon! (cheerful way to bring up kids,huh?)We were told everyone spoke Hebbrew in this new world and I had a thousand years to learn it. I used to believe my parents would have to leave me behind as we hadn't even started to learn French at school so how could I be expected to learn Hebbrew too? Is it any wonder I no longer practice any religion???

When I was little, my parents told me that if I swore too much, God could hear me and He'd think I had a bad soul. So every time I swore, I pictured a black mark being put on my soul. I thought that when someone's soul turned completely black, they were sent to Hell.

I always thought that heaven was just really high in the sky and if you took a really tall ladder you could get there. I never understood why people never did that.

I used to picture a person's soul as a large kidney-shaped object, wrapped up in cloth like a mummy. I though that when you sinned, you would get a dirt spot on it until you confessed, when it would be white again.

i used to believe that when u died, jesus would come through the clouds and drag ur dead body up to the sky and into the clouds in order to get to heaven.

My grandma died when i was 4 years old. My mom said i could always pray to her. So just to be clever and smarter i wrote her a postcard and the address was- Grandma, Cloud 1, Heaven

I used to believe that there was this place called StrawberryLand. It was like a Heaven Me and my imaginary friend Maple Syrup thought we'd go there after we'd die. We could ride roller coasters and eat nothing but strawberries once we arrived.

I used to believe than God lived in the sky and the clouds were heaven.When i went on my first aeroplane I Saw the clouds and started asking "where is God?Is he lost? Is he dead?Where is Grandad?(he was dead)"I then began to run up and down the aeroplane having a tantrum because I could'nt see God, Jesus or Any dead people!

I used to believe that out in space there was a giant zipper that only God could unzip and behind that was heaven.

Once when i was 4, i was playing in the sandbox @ my preschool. I had dug so far that i got to the black part underneath the sand and i thought it was hell so i screamed and ran away.

When I was about 3 or so, I used to believe that God looked like a rotting corpse with a Renessence King's crown, and a red robe. I didn't hate God in any way (never have never will), but I guess I imagined Him to be so was because He ruled a place where people are dead.