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An older cousin used to tell us that if we call the number 7777777 on the phone at midnight, it will reach hell directly. We can speak to our deceased relatives.
I used to believe that there were different heavens for each nationality.
Chinese heaven was like one of those nightclubs or rollercoasters; you have to be 5ft or under to get in.
When I was little I was helping my dad dig a hole for some fondations we found an old underground bunker. It scared me because I thought we opened Hell
i used to believe thqat the biggest cloud in the sky was heaven... and i thought that when the sun went down, and u could see stars.... they were al the ppl that had died, looking down on us
My parents were fundamentalist Baptist. We were told, as young children, that when you died and went to heaven that your bodies would be like Jesus's.
They MEANT that it would be like his body after the ressurection: healed; float; fly; walk through walls; etc.
BUT to me, it meant that we'd all be floating around heaven naked and we'd all look like Jesus, which was o.k. for the guys but how would the gals handle this and how would we recognize anyone?
When I was at my grandparents one day as a child, my grandmother was watching "It's A Wonderful Life" and I had heard that everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings. My grandmother had a collection figurines and bells so I grabbed a bell in each hand and shook the bells over and over for minutes until my grandmother finally asked me to stop. But in my head I pictured an endless line of angels waiting and I wanted all of them to get their wings so i just kept ringing.
when i was,like,7 i thought a soul was like a soldeir, so even now when i picture heavan, i think of a load of soldeirs doing exersises...
for some reason want to be recarnated into a sqirrell
I used to believe two things:
1. That our lives were being filmed and when we died we got to watch our lives in heaven and be able to hear what any one in our film was thinking.
2. That our life was a baby's dream and when the baby woke up we died.
I used to think that when u died, after u had gone to heaven, you would live on the clouds, cause thats where heaven was
When i was 8 or so, my friend told me that wonce you die your sprit can die, and then it became a mega sprit (so on). So i allways thot that wonse you get throu with all the stages you come back to life and you remember it all. so i went around asking people what it was like
i used to belive life had already happened... i was just watching my judgement
When I was young, I used to believe that when you died, your spirit crawled out your mouth and ran away to an unborn baby.
When I was young i tought that when anyone died they would have to choose an animal to come back to earth as. I wanted to be a butterfly but then thought they don't live long enough
I was told that every good person went to heaven. And one day I was watching the History Channel and I realized how many people there must be in heaven. And I told my mom I should kill myself now so I could get a half way decent spot. So I believed that there'd be no more room left for me up there.
I used to think hell was directly under the asphalt of the street. When we lost a baseball in a hole I was afraid for the grownup who stuck his hand down there to get it.
My mommy told me that in Heaven all you eat is honey buns and milk. Let me tell you, I couldn't wait to go to Heaven.
when my mum told me about god she said that he lived up in the sky and looked after all th dead people. so i always imagined the clouds with all these dead people lying around with one man taking care of them all. weird.
When I was little my grandmother told me that heaven was what ever you wanted it to be. At that time I used to think it would be great if it was nothing but a big carnival where you didn't have to pay for any rides and could eat anything you wanted to eat (without getting sick of course). As I grew older my visions of what I thought it would be neat to have as heaven changed, I even thought about it after I learned about religion at times...kind of a "what if" thing.
whenever i got yelled at for doing something i hadn't done, and my parents didn't believe me, i thought they would be sorry when they got to heaven and found out the truth. i thought you would review your entire life in some form before going on your way. i think some teacher planted that idea in my brain.
I used to think (and kind of still do) that when you die, you fly up an elevator to Heaven (floor 100) and you would be led to a room with computers. There you could scroll down until you found the form of life you liked. Then you would be that, and start over. (You couldn't be a thing more than once) And when you have been everything, you grow wings and go to either Heaven or Hell, where you meet eternal happiness (I have pictured people sitting on chairs perched on clouds reading newspapers and drinking coffee) or torture (bowling with your head)