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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.
weenie
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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!"....
Cybela
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My parents are atheists, and raised me as such, but nearly everyone else I knew was Christian. So I'd heard the Christian answer to "what happens when we die" because I had religious friends who had deceased relatives, but I'd never heard the secular answer. All I had heard from my parents on the subject was my dad's jest; "heaven must be awfully crowded."
For the longest time I was convinced that there wasn't enough room in heaven for atheists, so - naturally - we were allowed to keep on living forever until some space freed up. Yup. Still kind of disappointed about this one, actually.
Immortal?
I used to belive that when people died they would be reborn and have a different life, and grow u again in a constant circle.
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I used to believe that when we died, we could only ask God one question. When I was little, I wanted to know what happened to the dinosaurs. When I got a bit older, I wanted to know who shot John F. Kennedy... To this day I still don't know which I'd rather know.
Jamie Lynn, Dallas TX
When I was younger I believed that heaven was just above the clouds and and when you died you would watch everything that the other people were doing and laugh at them!!~!!
Volleyball~chic
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When I was about four I thought that if you could lift up the hem of an angel's dress you would find he was made of tightly packed dryer lint.
Carrie
When I was in 3rd grade, this rather unpleasant girl in my class told me that once in a while, when an evil person died and was supposed to go to hell, their spirit went to heaven by mistake. Good spirits sometimes ended up in hell as well and the devil would not send you back. I was traumatized, because my dog had recently died and I was panic-stricken with the thought that he might be in hell. Thank God I confided this to my mother as soon as I did, who quickly reassured me by saying hell and the devil don't even exist and that evil people just sleep when they die. Six years later, I still really dislike that girl for what she did to me.
miscarriages of justice in the afterlife
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I used to believe that every time you blinked you took a picture of the scene in front of you and that when you died and went to heaven an angel would take your eyes out of your head and develope all of your "pictures".Then later when you got your pictures back you could have unlimited copies so you could trade with other people in heaven and learn about each other's experiences.
Christina
When I was 5 I first thought about death. I was raised Catholic and had been taught that good people went to heaven when they died, and lived there in a state of great happiness with God, forever and ever and ever and ever... Such existence seemed terrifyingly boring to me. (And when I write "terrifyingly" I mean exactly that.) Then again, the alternatives of hell and purgatory seemed just as boring, but also painful to boot. I concluded that "life after death" was horrible no matter how I sliced it. And therefore death was terrifying. Thinking about these things made me very scared, but I trusted my elders, and I hoped that when I grew up I would understand things better, and would see that there was nothing to be afraid of...
I think this counts as a childhood belief because I thought it all out on my own as a kid (I even remember where I was when I did), but it was pretty much the way I viewed the matter for as long as I remained Catholic in my mid teens. I have been an atheist for a long time now. I find death as scary as I did when I was five.
Gabe
In the 1970s, when I was six or seven years old, I came across a fundamentalist booklet that proclaimed "Hell on Earth in 1984." Since I didn't know any better I believed it and for a few years it floated around in the back of my head that I was doomed and my time was running out.
I used to believe that if I doubted the existence of God I would never be forgiven and could never go to Heaven. Then I did doubt God's existence at some point and then felt enormous guilt. It troubled me for a long time until I realized I was afraid of absolutely nothing. Thanks for traumatizing my childhood, "God".
Tom
When I was younger I was taught about the rapture in Sunday School and how it could happen at any moment. Those who believed, disappeared instantly. For some reason, I believed that this included all animals. So when my dog would go missing and I was home alone, I would ball my head off thinking I was left behind. Needless to say, I kept that poor dog at my side as much as I could. He was my rapture indicator.
j.k.r.
I believed that heaven was pretty straight-forward: Everyone got wings and everyone could do and have everything they wanted.
Naturally, I hoped to die young because I'd be able to really enjoy my wings and free stuff. I figured if I didn't die until I was old, I'd be too slow and tired to do a lot of flying, and I'd end up with boring adult stuff rather than mountins of toys.
Kelsey
I used to believe that when you died, your soul went back to Bible times and you meet Jesus.
My parents are Atheists, but my grandparents are Catholic. One day when I was little my grandma said something about heaven so I asked my dad what it was. He told me that heaven was a big bar in the sky. I believed for several years that I could visit that bar when I grew up.
DJ
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Due to a misunderstanding about death and resurrection at Sunday school, I thought that you had to die twice for it to be 'final'. I remember watching Winston Churchill's funeral on TV and everyone being rather surprised when I asked why everyone was upset because he was coming back again afterwards.
Ian
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When i was little i thought that heaven looked like where i live here on earth. So everyday i would try to see if i was in heaven by jumping off the couch, if i could fly like Peter Pan then i was in heaven. It hasn't worked yet.
Leah
raised jehovah's witness, i thought "paradise on earth" was under construction. when it was finished, my mom and dad and i could walk to it and stay there happily all day and then come back at sunset. i lost all interest when i learned it would be a permanent thing.
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