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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
I used to believe that our souls looked just our outside appearance, but dressed up in Victorian clothing. I don't know why I thought this, I just did.
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
When i was a little girl i used to believe that if i was really good god would let me come ride up to heaven and then come back down in tiime for dinner!
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.
I used to believe that souls, for no explicable reason, looked like floating, shiny rib cages. When I was taught about heaven, I pictured all these golden rib cages (as souls) floating around, about 3 feet from the floor.
I wasn't raised in a relgious household, so I only had vauge conceptions of heaven and hell. I thought that Heaven and Hell were right next to each other in the clouds.
I thought that any paper on the ground would catch fire because it was so close to hell.
When I was around 6 years old I had first heard about a limbo (a hell). Well, I thought it was a place where you would play "LIMBO" all day and all night! I thought "oh...the back pain!". So I thought that when a parent's back hurt they were getting ready for limbo. I was horrified when my dad's back started hurting!
When I was young my parents always told me that when you died you had beautiful white wings and could fly. They were horrified when I told them that I wanted to die!!
...Don't worry, I'm still here.