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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.
I believed Purgatory was a like a doctor's office waiting room, only much bigger, filled with chairs and magazines to read while you waited to enter Heaven.
In parochial school we were always told that the soul was physically part of you, was inside of you, and when you died the soul left your body and flew off to heaven. Well then: part of you, inside of you. . . . A soul must be one of your inner organs! I used to picture heaven to be lots of clouds with little kidneys in sneakers and wings, playing harps. When I think about souls today, that's still the first picture I get.
my sister used to tell me that manhole covers were direct portals to hell.
When I was young, I was raised in a Christian household. My aunt died when I was nine years old. Later that year my family was sitting around talking about heaven and how one day they would be there and be reunited with my aunt. I told them that I didn't understand how they could find her since everyone in heaven had their own cloud that they sat on when they played their harps. They all got a pretty funny laugh at that one.
I was a very pious good Catholic little girl. So I thought the idea of dying and going to heaven would be very nice.
I envisioned lying in a bed with elaborately carved golden posts at each corner. Then when one died, four angels would appear--one at each post--and would fly the bed right into heaven. I think I got this mixed up with the doctrine of Mary's assumption into heaven, which the Church was proclaiming at the time.
When I was very young, a Catholic playmate told me about Purgatory, only he pronounced it "perkatory." I immediately had an image of a land that looked like the inside of a giant coffee pot, with percolator baskets growing out of the ground, hot coffee raining all around, and steam shooting up out of the ground.
Maybe I wasn't that far off after all.
This is actually my dad's belief. When he was little there was a dry cleaners near his house that emitted alot of steam out of the back. He was convinced that this cleaners was pergatory and that they were cleaning souls in there.
I used to believe that if I just prayed hard enough, God would give me a special glimpse into what Heaven was *really* like in my dreams at night. I thought he would come down and literally take me up to Heaven and get me back down to my house by morning. I could never figure out why this didn't happen.
A baby-sitter once told me that "if your heart is good, you go to heaven; but if your heart is bad, you go to 'the dungeons of hell.'" I cried, because I thought this meant that your heart had its own character, and if it wasn't the same as yours, tough (or good) luck. (She assured me that my heart was good.)
I was told that your soul was "in your heart," which, as a child, I of course took literally. I was also told that it was this that went to heaven when you died. If this thing was not me, what good was it?
I used to think Heaven was a holiday resort and Spain was where you went when you died. I nearly split my ring when Dad announced he was going to Madrid on a business trip.
when i was young i used t belive that wen u die u go to hell.and then if your bad to the devil u go to heaven.and if your bad for god he makes u go to heaven.so were always being pused around.and sooner or later earth would take u back so u would be alive again.
I used to believe because my father didn't believe in what my mother and I did (religion), that he would die and wouldn't get to live with us on the coming "Paradise Earth" that was supposed to be here in 1975.
Twenty-eight years later, Dad's thankfully still here with us and amazingly, Paradise Earth isn't.
I used to believe that if you said hell 50 times you went to hell
I used to believe that when animals died they became camels in heaven. I think it came from all the sunday school lessons with the stick-on felt picture boards where they always had camels in the background.
I used to believe that everything you said in your lifetime was recorded in heaven and used against you at the Pearly Gates.
Soon after my paternal grandmother died, I entered puberty and discovered the shameful joys of auto-eroticism. For a long while afterward, I agonized over whether my grandmother, from her seat in Heaven, gazed disapprovingly upon my carnal transgressions.
I used to belive,that when I was a "bad" girl,God would make an x on my page,in the big book,where he wrote when everyone had done something bad.If you had too much x's,you couldn't come to heaven.So then you had to go to hell.You may guess now,that I was of course a very,good girl..sometimes ;oP
When I was little I thought that heaven was a glassed-in bus stop in front of the nearby re-patriation hospital, which was frequented by elderly patients