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from when i was about 3 to 9, i always had this vision that when you died, everyone in heaven would be playing checkers; even elvis!
I used to believe that when my family went to Europe with an airplane that we went to heaven because we were going up wards, that we never went back down. I thought the plane would land on a cloud and the people waiting for their families were angels welcoming us to the afterlife.
When I was 5 I used to think that the clouds were where God and the Angels were. When we were flying to Europe when I was 6, I looked despritly around in the window hopeing to see an angel. When we got to Europe, I realized there were no Angels up in Clouds...
I surprised my Mam once when I was about 4 by explaining to her in all seriousness:
"When they die, very good people go to Heaven, and very bad people go to Hull."
This only makes sense if you live in the UK, though. ;o)
When I was little, I always thought that God kept a type of scoreboard for each person on Earth. The way the scoreboard worked was that everytime you did a good deed, you would get a point for Heaven [extra extra good things gave you two points, three points max.] If you did something bad or unChristian, you would get a point towards Hell. Now, it doesnt seem that weird at this point, but this is where i dont know where my mind was. This is when the second you die, an exact replica of Jesus except super math smart adds together all your points for Heaven & Hell. Whichever side has more points is where u go. And if you died for another person (i.e. dying in a war) then you would automatically go to Heaven unless you were fighting for the bad guys.
when there is a spot where the sun only shines between 2 clowds god was takeing dead people up to heaven.
I used to think that people's souls became angels after they died, because so many people said such things like "I guess God needed another angel" at funerals and such. It wasn't until I was a teen and I studied theology myself that I found that angels are a totally seperate type of being, and that human souls remain human. It was a shock when I realized just how many people are ignorant of their own religion.
As I became an adult, I started to doubt the existence of both angels and souls, so I guess spirituality is another childhood belief I grew out of.
I used to believe that when you died, your soul went back to Bible times and you meet Jesus.
I used to think you could drive to heaven to visit your friends and relatives who had died before....
I was a very pious good Catholic little girl. So I thought the idea of dying and going to heaven would be very nice.
I envisioned lying in a bed with elaborately carved golden posts at each corner. Then when one died, four angels would appear--one at each post--and would fly the bed right into heaven. I think I got this mixed up with the doctrine of Mary's assumption into heaven, which the Church was proclaiming at the time.
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 belive life had already happened... i was just watching my judgement
I used to believe that if I stomped too hard on the ground, I could go through because hell was held up by a wood frame under the dirt.
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.
I used to think that if I told even one little whhite lie, I would go straight to hell.
I used to believe that everything you said in your lifetime was recorded in heaven and used against you at the Pearly Gates.
When I was little, my parents told me that if I swore too much, God could hear me and He'd think I had a bad soul. So every time I swore, I pictured a black mark being put on my soul. I thought that when someone's soul turned completely black, they were sent to Hell.
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)
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 believe that your soul was a millimeter thick, right under your skin, and looked exactly like you