afterlife

This is actually one of my earlier memories so it's a little hazy but parts of it are still quite vivid.
I remember being in Sunday School and this woman whose child care certificate must have been made of construction paper and glitter, was speaking to the congregation of youngsters about the difference between Heaven and Hell.
I have from as far back as I can remember struggled with the concept of living forever.(Either way I look at it living for an eternity in either case is Hell in itself.)
This woman had me believing that when you die and go to heaven (because we were all good little girls and boys.) you eternally sit on a fence and listen to angels sing.
Right then and there I decided that Christianity wasn't for me, her story sent me into my earliest memory of an anxiety attack and I bolted for the exit as soon as I saw an opportunity.
This is where things get hazy, I remember construction workers and a bunch of adults I didn't recognize. I was found and my parents promptly took me home.
I must have been at least 2, but it's hard to know for sure.

SaltineKraken

When I was little, I heard people mention asking God a question after they died and decided I had alot of questions, and worried incessantly about forgetting them when I woke up. Thus I determined I wanted to be buried with a piece of paper with my questions written on it. Then I just worried about forgetting about the paper, but figured with all eternity to go through, I'd eventually stick my hand in my pocket and wonder what it was.

Anon

When I was little I thought that when you died an angel would come down to earth and wrap you in plastic wrap and carry you to heaven (or hell, if you were bad.)
Then, when you got into space you would become alive again so you could see what space looked like. Also, I belived that if you were famous or a good person, God, Mary, or Jesus would carry you to heaven instead since you were special.

Death by plastic wrap

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.

Anon

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.

Anon

I had the weird superstition that if I let all the bathwater run out it'd suck my soul down with it too.

Dan

I used to believe that the rays of sun coming through clouds were how God led newly dead souls into heaven.

Jenni

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.

William Burnette has a chicken!

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.

Bonni

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.

Anon

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.

Soul

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.

Allie[3

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

linzi

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.

Anon

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.

thatchubbykid