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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)
When i was younger, i was confused about this whole heaven thing.
I asked my mom and she said, when you get to heaven you can have anything you want, whenever you want!
So i pictured myself as..i dont know
Picture someone on an island under a tiki roof thing with servants fanning you with leaves and another servant coming up with a silver platter with a turkey on top.
Thats what i thought heaven was.
If you were good and went to Heaven you would get all your broke and lost toys back fixed and shiney, but if you were bad and went to hell, you would get all your poops and pee back.
I used to believe when people are put in their graves after death that they either went to heaven or hell. If they went to hell then the devil would pull a cord from under the grave and they would just fall straight down to hell into a fire pit.
My pediatrician's nurse introduced herself as "Candy," the same name as my aunt's pet who had died. So, wide-eyed, I asked her, "did you used to be a DOG?" She didn't answer, just stuck me with a syringe, so I cried and tried to hide anytime I saw her after that, never knowing if she was, in fact, my aunt's old dog!
I used to believe that God and the Devil were actually on the same team, so if you were bad you went to Hell and were punished by the Devil. Then when he decided you had learned your lesson he would send you to God and to heaven. Then if you acted badly in heaven, God would send you back to Hell. I guess I never got that "eternal damnation" thing... I just figured it was more like "good cop, bad cop".
I used to belive that when you died, before you could go wherever it was you were going to, you had to read a huge book listing all the wrong things you ever did.
I used to believe that when you died, you immediately became a ghost. good people went to live with God in heaven, + he gave them wings as a reward, so that's where angels came from. Devils were bad people who were given horns + pointy tails so they looked like Satan. if you weren't especially one way or the other, you would be allowed to choose whether to become a ghost, a zombie, or a vampire.
I did wonder why someone eeeeevil enough to want to go round sucking people's blood didn't go straight to Hell, but... well, God moves in mysterious ways.
I also thought that lava comming out of volcanoes was hot because Hell was down there...
I used to believe that when someone dies they becomae a cloud and choose a person they want to be a gaurdian angel to...and thenthey watch over that person and float around the sky over them.
I used to beleive when you died, based on a greek myth I heard when I was younger, you were brought back as something depending on what you were like.A bad person could have been brought back as an nt or a left testicle [heh] an average joe could be maybe a bug or a dog or something like that, and a very good guy like a preist could come back as another human with all their former memories. If they came back as a person 3 times, they would be sent straight to heaven, the VIP Section.
I thought that once you'd die you'd go to heaven if you were good and hell if you were bad, of course, but I thought that if you were an awesomely good person God would let you come back as and animal and help people(discreetly). So I thought my cat was a person brought back to life since she was such a good cat.
I used to think that if people had been bad before they died they would be reincarnated as an ant, and if you had been good you would be reincarnated as a lion/tiger
When I learned in church about limbo, I thought that all the angles had to limbo all day long, and if they were bad at it, they went to Hell.
When I was really little, (about 3 or 4) my great-grandmother died and I had to attend the funeral. After everyone met at a family member's house I had never visited before, I got to ride in a limosine to the funeral home. I'm a Christian, and I was taught (and still believe) when you die, you go to heaven. There was an older girl sitting next to me (probably a second cousin or something) and I was tired and wanted to take a nap in the limo, and I just told her, "Wake me up when we get to heaven!" I thought the funeral home was heaven. I went through the whole funeral and banquet afterwards thinking I was in heaven. Fortunantly, my mom corrected me not much longer after.
When i was little i was blowing bubbles outside and then thought to myself 'oh my god im probably disturbing everyone in heaven with these bubbles!!' (cuz they always went up into the sky) so i never blew bubbles again.
i used to think that when your people said your soul would go to heaven after you died that your soul was actually a body part and i would imagine all these bone type body parts sitting in the sky...jeez lmao...so random.
When I was about 7 or 8, I believed heaven was up in the clouds (the ones with bright sunlight behind) and when visible rays shot down God was taking someone into heaven. I would always wonder who he was taking up when i saw them.