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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.
i beleived when i was a child, that heaven was the largest cloud in the sky, and all the little clouds were the angels floating towards heaven.
I used to believe that heaven was a place where we could float about. There would be many large tables floating about piled high with ice cream. Somehow in heaven there were only children
Up until last year (2004, I'm now 22) I was absolutely convinced I was going to Hell.
You see, I was raised Catholic (now Lutheran, long story not for this site,) and when I had my First Holy Communion, I went to the altar in a group of five kids. The nun with us asked all of us if when we recieved and closed our eyes "Did you see the light of God for a second?"
Everyone siad they did. I hadn't, and connected this with having commited a sin between the confession they had us go the week before Communion, and therefore not having a "clean" soul. I was absoulutely terrified to say I didn't see it, so I lied and said I did, thus compounding the sin.
Of course, I was terrified to tell the priest at my next confession, thinking he'd scream "Oh, My God!" and throw me out of the church, thus the sin kept getting bigger.
A few years later, I was discussing the afterlife with my stepmother, and told her sadly..."I know where I'm going..." Then explained why. It took her five full minutes to stop laughing, and then she explained exactly why that was a load of hooey, and told me there were probably four other really scared kids that thought the same thing! I wonder if any of them posted to this site?
i used to believe that Purgatory was a huge spiral staircase between heaven and hell, and you had to kneel and say a prayer on each and every step until you finally reached heaven...I remember wondering if they provided knee pads.
When I was at my grandparents one day as a child, my grandmother was watching "It's A Wonderful Life" and I had heard that everytime a bell rings an angel gets its wings. My grandmother had a collection figurines and bells so I grabbed a bell in each hand and shook the bells over and over for minutes until my grandmother finally asked me to stop. But in my head I pictured an endless line of angels waiting and I wanted all of them to get their wings so i just kept ringing.
when i waz little i thot (this was brought on by my mom) that u could just pray for what u wanted to play with in heaven after you died. i was about 4 at the time and prayed that barbies and t.y.s would be waiting on me as soon as i died. i couldnt wait!
I used to believe that there was an order to things: that there was the Earth, which was surrounded by galaxy, and surrounding the galaxy was Heaven, I imagined that there was a velvet rope (like the ones to direct ticket lines at movie theaters) cutting off the galaxy from Heaven, and that god stood at the only opening letting people in.
I used to believe that all dead people were squashed into a heart. [3
I used to believe that they would bang their heads on the dip in the roof and had hardly any room.
This is because my mother told me all dead people live on in our hearts.
I used to believe if you sewed on Sunday, you would have to pick the stitches out with your nose when you died. I got this belief from my mother, who believed this until she was 35 years old. It had been passed on to her from her mother who believed it till the day she died. Being a seemstress, it was fortunate that a minister set mom straight.
I used to believe that the heat from the furnace came from hell, and that it was a straight drop there.
I used to think that whenever you saw those "sunbeams"..those breaks between the cloud when you see the actual beam go all the way down to the earth, I used to think those were the angels pathways, and if u stood in them long enough and believed--like when they came in through the window...u could try to get 'beamed up'-to heaven.
When I was younger I was taught about the rapture in Sunday School and how it could happen at any moment. Those who believed, disappeared instantly. For some reason, I believed that this included all animals. So when my dog would go missing and I was home alone, I would ball my head off thinking I was left behind. Needless to say, I kept that poor dog at my side as much as I could. He was my rapture indicator.
When I was little I thought that heaven was made of clouds and that there were little viewing rooms with windows on the floor so your deceased family member could see what you were up to.
A baby-sitter once told me that "if your heart is good, you go to heaven; but if your heart is bad, you go to 'the dungeons of hell.'" I cried, because I thought this meant that your heart had its own character, and if it wasn't the same as yours, tough (or good) luck. (She assured me that my heart was good.)
i used to believe that when you died you would go up to heaven,talk to God,and choose what you'd like to be in your next life.But if you did something
wrong,you would get turned into a slug.don't ask why i thought this,i just had that kind of imagination!
I'm an athiest, but when I was a kid this is what I used to believe. I was about six and I had a cat named Rosie, and my school bus ran her over. I thought heaven was a place in the stars where there are hotels made out of clouds. I'd used to think there was a cat hotel and Rosie was in room 715.
I used to believe that heaven was the local church hall with rows of dead budgies on the floor covered with little white blankets. Now I know it's guinness and chocolate cake.
I used to believe that our soul looks kind of like a pencil, and is golden, and that it lies in the middle of our chest. And when we die, it would fly up to the sky and go to heaven. Later my mom explained to me that the soul is not actually an organ, and that we cannot see it. That really confused me for a while.
I used to believe that the rays of sun coming through clouds were how God led newly dead souls into heaven.