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In church school we were always taught that heaven was in the sky.
My friend and I spent many a day looking out the window of our bus and trying to figure out which cloud was big enough to hold heaven.
i used to believe that the end of the world would come when the devil came to take over our world, but god (who was a giant ghost-like man with a large coat that had many pockets) would come and pick everyone up who had been good, and put them in his pockets, and we would be saved. but i didn't know what happened after we were in his pockets...
I used to believe that a "soul" was an object, which looked like a white rose without the stem. It was soft, flexible, and probably made of plastic. I may have gotten that idea from seeing a picture of a white rose in a book that had the word soul in it.
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 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.
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 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.