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When I was around 4 or 5, my mom would sometimes call me her little devil...I thought when people died they'd go to a place called " Fire Canyon", and become little devils too, and I'd have more friends...then I found out the truth...I was a little confused at first,lol.
When I was young, my great-grandfather died and "went to heaven," according to my mother.
Then, at most a year later, my dog died. My brother was asking my mom if the dog was in heaven. At this point, we were driving past an apartment complex set up on a hill and surrounded by trees. my mom responded, "Yeah, Sheba's in Heaven with Pampi," while gesturing towards the sky, but I thought she was pointing to the apartment complex... and I thought for the longest time that Heaven was in that apartment complex on the hill surrounded by trees. I couldnt' understand why, if they were right there,why they just couldn't come home.
I used to think that when you died, you spent a period of time in heaven, and then went to hell -- sort of a reverse purgatory. This came from the fact that this was what happened in that "Found a Peanut" song (where the guy eats a rotten peanut and dies) when my mom sung it.
when i waz little i thot (this was brought on by my mom) that u could just pray for what u wanted to play with in heaven after you died. i was about 4 at the time and prayed that barbies and t.y.s would be waiting on me as soon as i died. i couldnt wait!
i used to believe that after you died that you would see god in heaven and help him out with the world!
I used to believe that the visible rays of the sun were beaming people up to heaven. like in star trek.
I used to believe that my entire family would die at the same time, and that heaven was this giant staircase where everyone sat around naked forever.
For no apparent reason, I used to envision heaven as a series of rooms connected by tunnels. In the biggest room, God sat in a throne and Jesus sat at his right side. In the corner of the room, there was a trap door where dead bodies would come from Earth. Worker angels would pile the bodies up in stacks, then later come back and zap them with afterlife. Then they would turn into angels and float around through the tunnels. I didn't really look forward to heaven.
I used to think if you went to hell you would become a "bad angel" and could walk through fire and not get hurt.
My mom told me that everytime you sinned you got a little piece of your circle taken away. The circle is like your soul or like if the whole circle is gone you don't go to heaven.
I thought that if you go to Antartica that you would fall and go to hell.
I used to believe that if I could find a ladder long enough, I could climb up to the sky, look through the holes there (the stars) and see heaven on the other side.
I used to believe that the transformers on the top of telephone poles were actually all individual heavens were people went when they died. Dont ask me why i beleive this, perhaps because heaven was in the sky and they looked like little boxes way up high were people might live. I thought everyone got one of those and it was heaven inside.
I used to believe that if you went high enough you could walk on the clouds and there would be angels and castles and dead people so you could visit heaven anytime. Of course, I didn't know that you could actually get as high as the clouds in an airplane.
In first grade, a few of my friends and I dug a huge hole in the play structures sand. We were convinced that if we dug down deep enough, we would reach hell. I don't know WHY we wanted to find hell, but we were very discouraged by the third day and eventually gave up. I didn't realize until several years later that hell wasn't exactly reachable from our school...
When I was about 9 or 10 years old, I saw a film with my sister about a guy who died and went up to heaven, where there was a queue to get sprayed with something that erased your memory of the past. In the film, the guy was so upset to have died, he bypassed the queue and got sent straight back to earth, where he was born again as a baby and grew up remembering his previous life. 18 years on he was still tormented by these memories and sought out his 'widow', who still left biscuits by his photo every night, and tried to convince her he was her husband.
The film really bothered me and for a while I struggled with the possibility, upon hearing someone we knew had died, that they were coming back to earth, and worse still, would hold all their memories and try and rejoin their former life.
When I was a kid, before my parents said anything about Heaven and Hell and all that, I used to believe that, after you die, your simply born again, as a baby, then you live your life again. I find this very odd, since before that, I had never even heard about reincarnation, I came up with it on my own.
I'm an athiest, but when I was a kid this is what I used to believe. I was about six and I had a cat named Rosie, and my school bus ran her over. I thought heaven was a place in the stars where there are hotels made out of clouds. I'd used to think there was a cat hotel and Rosie was in room 715.
i used to believe that when you died you would go up to heaven,talk to God,and choose what you'd like to be in your next life.But if you did something
wrong,you would get turned into a slug.don't ask why i thought this,i just had that kind of imagination!
I thought Heaven was just a big cloud up in the sky and you could see it from an airplane.