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I used to believe that when you went to Heaven, there was a little machine with pictures of animals on it, with buttons next to each animal. Then you would press the button of the animal you wanted to be. Then when you died as the animal, you would be in Heaven permanently. I told my dad this at age six and received, "That's reincarnation, we don't believe in that." I responded with,"... ok!" Then I pretty much forgot about it. :P
I used to believe that the heat from the furnace came from hell, and that it was a straight drop there.
I used to believe that life was everybody waiting in a big room like a restaurant, and St. Peter was the person that called the names of the people that had died. Then his assistant would put you in an elevator, and depending on if you'd been good/bad, you would to upwards for Heaven or downwards for Hell.
I believed that people ascended into heaven by using a magic umbrella that somehow propelled them up, like Mary Poppins.
Because of the wonderful and beautiful things I was told about heaven, I wanted to die at age 6 so I could go there.
I used to believe that sunbeams that you could see coming down to earth were the souls of people who had just passed going up to heaven
I used to believe that when my family went to Europe with an airplane that we went to heaven because we were going up wards, that we never went back down. I thought the plane would land on a cloud and the people waiting for their families were angels welcoming us to the afterlife.
If you were lonely you could always climb a ladder to heaven to talk to people..
Being born in a highly religious Catholic family, many of my beliefs and fears were centered in religion. I had great difficuly conceptualizing a 'soul'. I suppose I just went for whatever seemed the closest. It was the heel of a shoe. For many years I'd imagined my soul in the shape of a heel of a shoe living inside my chest. I thought when you died it floated out of your mouth with little white wings on each side of it.
I used to think that the beams of light coming from the sun that peaked through the clouds was God "beaming up" all the newly dead people.
Growing up in a Christian home (and still a Christian now) I was told in church (and on Simpsons amd other TV shows) that when you go to Heaven, you can do whatever you want. I used to think it would be great, because all my favourite TV shows would be on video, and I could watch tem all I wanted. Including epsides that never existed on Earth. Which meant I'd have an endless supply. I found myself thinking about this today (at the age of 19). I'd like to update this belief to be DVD, not video.
I also used to picture that God must use a computer, so that he can keep track of everyone's lives, make natural disasters occur and stuff like that. I think if I were to picture this today, His computer would be a whole lot better than it was when I was 5 or whenever I pictured it!
from when i was about 3 to 9, i always had this vision that when you died, everyone in heaven would be playing checkers; even elvis!
When i was little, from the time i was 2 till about 4, i actually thought that Heaven was on top of the hill in front of my house! i thought that if the clouds would move i could see God. Even though i know better, i still like to picture God sitting up there watching me on rivermont road!
I use to believe that if two people died at the same time that they would go into a boxing match and whoever won went to hevan and the other had go to hell
When I was younger, I used to believe that when you die, your whole body would go to heaven. So I always thought that you could just look outside and see someones body floating up towards heaven!
i was walking along and i accidentely squashed a slug i got so distressed coz i thought god was gonna send me to hell!
When I was young I thought when you die if you go to heaven a magical escalator appears that you ride up to heaven and that if you go to hell, you go down a shaft down to fiery hell
i used to believe if i was being bold or if i cursed that i wouldnt get my wings to go to heaven. So when i cursed i used to say sorry to god everytime.
When I was 6 years old, my grandmothers dog died and a week later my Grandfather died. I remember my dad trying to explain to me that now both the dog and my grandpa were together in Heaven and that heaven is a beautiful place where they could look down at us. Well I thought the moon was beautiful and what better place to look down at us then from the moon. So I looked up to the moon to pray to my grandfather and saw him and the dog's shape in the mooon, (of course now I know that those are the moons craters not the shapes of my loved ones!!)
when i was little i thought that as soon as you died, you were born again -- so anytime we'd learn anything about like the pilgrims or something i'd believe that i was a pilgrim.
in that way, when i was in third grade i actually thought that one of the characters from the little house on the prairie series was based on me.