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When I was about 3 or so, I used to believe that God looked like a rotting corpse with a Renessence King's crown, and a red robe. I didn't hate God in any way (never have never will), but I guess I imagined Him to be so was because He ruled a place where people are dead.
My grandma died when i was 4 years old. My mom said i could always pray to her. So just to be clever and smarter i wrote her a postcard and the address was- Grandma, Cloud 1, Heaven
i used to think that when you flew in an airplane you would cut through heaven...so when i got off i'd turn around and check the door for any hand prints.
When I was little I used to believe that the Sunrays that touched the ground was God bringing someone up to Heaven from the grave.
When I was little, I belived that little siblings were evil spirits coming to haunt older children. I was absouelutly horrid to my little brother, until my mom told me that if I hurt my brother again, even if he was a spirit, I would be grounded forever.
I had the weird superstition that if I let all the bathwater run out it'd suck my soul down with it too.
When my parents told me that I would go to Heaven if I died, I thought that they would drive my dead body to Heaven in a car and drop me off there, and I would come back to life as soon as I arrived.
When I was 5 I read a book about mummies and my sister told me that live people were made into mummies and then they had to live like that forever. I think we both misunderstood the book a little.
When I was a little boy I used to believe that heaven was like a huge retirement center, with ping pong, dance classes, and bad cafeteria food. When I went on a plane ride I was saddened when I didn't see anything.
When we were about 9, my friend and I used to think our neighborhood was haunted so we tried talking to the ghosts and performing exorcisms.
For some reason when I picture someone floating up to heaven, I pictured their entire house glowing and flying up into the air with them inside it. So basically I pictured that your house goes to heaven with you.
when i first heard about life after death, i was afraid to die of old age, because i did not want to end up in heaven as an old, wrinkled, ugly lady
I used to believe that the rays that shone through the clouds from the sun were "escalators" that beamed down from heaven to take people up who had died. To this day when I see them I still think that. That heaven is "beaming" people up.
I used to believe that everyone had an invisible thread attached to the middle of their backs that came from a large ball of string that was kept in heaven. For some reason knowing this meant that whever I walked around anything - a building or a car or a room - I always walked back the opposite direction so that my string wouldnt snag on anything. It was only a small step from this to imagine that, when we died, Jesus would hold both ends of our string and, if it all pulled free without catching on anything, we would have earned ourselves a special place in heaven. Thankfully I now know this not to be strictly true.
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.
When I was about 3-5 I thought that I was unlucky not being a tree or a washing machine because these were inmortal
I used to belive,that when I was a "bad" girl,God would make an x on my page,in the big book,where he wrote when everyone had done something bad.If you had too much x's,you couldn't come to heaven.So then you had to go to hell.You may guess now,that I was of course a very,good girl..sometimes ;oP
I remember when I was young that I believed people ascended to Heaven in a bucket and also that Heaven resided at the top of a tall hill that was located behind my grandma's house....
Growing up in church, I heard lots of details regarding heaven. I used to imagine that once getting there, Jesus was seated at a HUGE picnic table (with the red & white checkered table cloth and everything). In front of him was the largest platter of vanilla & chocolate sandwich cookies (you know, the kind with the white creme in the middle) which were my favorite at the time. Also in attendance was all my deceased relatives, and Elvis, dressed in gold lame' jumpsuit, sunglasses and guitar playing for us all. I was probably 5 or 6 at the time.
when i was little, i used to think that the clouds were heaven. one day i told my mom that i hope there are clouds in the sky when i die. she said why do you say that? i said so i don't have to go to hell. she laughed and explained it to me. we didn't go to church much and i thought that if there were clouds you go to heaven and if not you go to hell.