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When I was little I had never ever spoken a swear-word. My "friends" in the playground kept daring me to until I finally gave in and said "shit". They then told me I would go to hell forever and only those people who never swore would go to heaven. I was distraught that I had missed my chance and spent months saying sorry to God that i would never swear again.
There used to be a laboratory down the road from where we lived. Through the windows you could see people in white overals using gleaming white equipment. I don't know what they did in there but simply because everything was white I believed that it must be heaven.
From a young age I believed in reincarnation, however I didn't fully understand the concept, as I was frightened I would come back as a gas fire
I had the weird superstition that if I let all the bathwater run out it'd suck my soul down with it too.
I used to believe that the rays of sun coming through clouds were how God led newly dead souls into heaven.
When I was little I believed that under all of us and in the core of the earth, that there would be the most evil army of disgusting creatures. Like skeletons or goblins and it was runned by Satan! Every night I got prepared for an invasion of his army. I loaded my Nerf Machine Gun, got my baseball bat ready, loaded my bee-bee gun, and created my own torture weapons if I keep some of them of hostage (only for the night because if my parents would of found out, they would freak). But each night I went to bed, I felt nervous. Because what if they had even better weapons than I could believe and take me as hostage! Then I thought if they came to attack that the rest of the world would be one army. So I felt better and the next morning I was surprised that a lot of things got really wet and messed up and thrown everywhere. My parents told me it was a really big thunder storm. I was really relieved that it wasn't the mayhem of Satan's evil army.
I used to believe that when you drove past grave yards at night, that the light flashing from the head lights was a light on the grave itself.
For some reason I have yet to figure out, when I was a kid I decided that a persons "soul" looked like a cane and it was dead centre in the middle of our bodies and that when we died it would come out our mouth and float up to the sky. I believed that when it got to heaven it would morph into your ideal body (like it would be your body.. but no health problems or sickness, and it would look like your body would have if you were in peak condition..)
I actually believed this into my early teens....
When I was a kid I was convinced there was going to be a rapture, and I was both thrilled and terrified of this. I "knew" that it was supposed to be on roshashannah(bad spelling) of 1987, but I was scared that all the trumpets were going to blow me apart on account of being so loud. (sort of like a big god bomb I guess.)
Anyway, on the appointed night I had one of those totally real feeling dreams, you know the kind, and I was sitting in the back yard when the trumpets went off. It was a most horrendous noise, and when I braced myself for the floating, which I was told was supposed to be a very fast sort of floating, nothing happened. Then a quirky song started playing, sort of like the snack break song in the movie "Ben-Hur" and that's when the credits started rolling signalling the end of the world, just like at the end of a movie. I don't remember what they said but it was sort of like an april fools kind of gotcha type thing. When I woke up the next morning I was relieved to me on planet earth because I was probably going to be able to have sex after all, that is unless the rapture predicters were off just a little bit. So for a month I waited for it to happen. Then I just accepted that It must sort of like one of those "a watched kettle never boils," type of concepts.
I still belive now that when you die your body stays and rots away.but your soul goes to heavan or hell.if you go to heaven you are reunited with your body and live happily but if you go to hell the deamons put your soul though any type of torture imagenoble and even some that isn't.
I believed that heaven was down the toilet (because fish going to heaven were flushed). On valentines day I flushed a valentine made of a napkin down the toilet. One the day-care provider caught me singing into the toilet.
When I was about 4, I used to believe that Hell was under our house, and if I was in the bathtub while the drain was open, I would go down the drain to Hell. If someone pulled the plug while I was in there I would jump out and run away, completely naked! And whenever my dad would go underneath the house, I though he was going into Hell.
I remember once after my grandparents died (5), My dad was trying to explain to me that they were in my heart, I was told that they went to heaven and there was no possibilty for them to be in two places at once. "They will always be in your heart"
"But they're up there"!!!!!
i was not chrstened and my friend was and when we were abut 8 i got really upset because she said that if u were not christened god doesnt love u and u wouldnt go to heaven i got really worked up she wont admit that she said that now
i beleived when i was a child, that heaven was the largest cloud in the sky, and all the little clouds were the angels floating towards heaven.
I used to believe that God was filming you 24/7 on what you do, and then shows the finished picture to your parents when you died. This freaked me out, and, now, I know better.
He writes it all down, of course.
Whe I was around 6 years old our teacher explained to us the orgin of Good Friday on the week that it was occuring. I took the story very literally and got it into my head that every year on Good Friday the world would end and start all over again. I was a shy kid and too afraid to ask any questions so I just sat there completely freaked out waiting for the world to end.
When i was younger, i imagened when you died you would take some of your favorite toys, and live in a mini playhouse in a big church. hey, it sounded good to me!
when i was little i used to believe that when you died you ended up at the top of a jungle gym with a lot of different slides, and each slide had a different animal or whatnot above it and whichever one you slid down thats what you were re-incarnated into.
Someone once told me I could get into heaven by doing "good works". I used to get excited when the papers my teacher handed back to me in class had a "Good Work!" sticker on it. Then, I began to wonder why I sometimes got papers back with an "Awesome!" or "Nice Job!"....