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I used to believe that the rays of light shining down from the sun were the pathways that dead people use to get to heaven.
I believed Purgatory was a like a doctor's office waiting room, only much bigger, filled with chairs and magazines to read while you waited to enter Heaven.
From my mother;
who was told that when the sky was orange at dawn it was because heaven was at war (with hell?).
[She once fled her home with a few of her sisters in tow in order to save them.]
As a Jehovahs Witness when I was a child, we were always told how wonderful things would be for us Witnesses after Armageddon! (cheerful way to bring up kids,huh?)We were told everyone spoke Hebbrew in this new world and I had a thousand years to learn it. I used to believe my parents would have to leave me behind as we hadn't even started to learn French at school so how could I be expected to learn Hebbrew too? Is it any wonder I no longer practice any religion???
once me and my friend were digging a hole, and we were convinced that if we dug far enough, we would reach hell. Although we rather hoped we'd just run into bugs bunny instead.
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.
I used to believe that the visible rays of the sun were beaming people up to heaven. like in star trek.
For no explainable reason, I used to think that everyone's soul looked like a small child dressed in Victorian clothing. Maybe a wee too much Oliver as a kid?
I believed that heaven was down the toilet (because fish going to heaven were flushed). On valentines day I flushed a valentine made of a napkin down the toilet. One the day-care provider caught me singing into the toilet.
I thought that Heaven was literally up in the sky and you could fly there in a plane
I used to think that when we got to heaven there would be new colors that no one knew about yet.
I used to believe that the damned had one las chance to save their souls before entering Hell, which wasn't a test of piety or charity, but instead a physical challenge. You could get into Heaven if only you could walk a tightrope a mile long or hold your breath for three minutes.
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.
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.
I remember probably the first time someone close in the family died, when I was about seven, I was confused about how they're laid out. I have a drawing I did of someone who died being on the cross like Jesus. I guess that's how I thought everyone who died was displayed. I was a weird (and religious) child.
I use to believe that if two people died at the same time that they would go into a boxing match and whoever won went to hevan and the other had go to hell
When i was a little girl i used to believe that if i was really good god would let me come ride up to heaven and then come back down in tiime for dinner!
I used to believe that when people said "Your soul is inside you", that your soul was an organ inside your body, and it looked like your liver.
I used to believe than God lived in the sky and the clouds were heaven.When i went on my first aeroplane I Saw the clouds and started asking "where is God?Is he lost? Is he dead?Where is Grandad?(he was dead)"I then began to run up and down the aeroplane having a tantrum because I could'nt see God, Jesus or Any dead people!
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.