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When I was about six or seven years old, I came to the sudden realization that maybe God DIDN'T look like the man that was on the Pringles can. I had always imagined him with that horrible comb-over and mustache.
For the longest time I was thoroughly convinced that when you stepped on a crack the devil could grab your ankle and drag you to hell. I also believed that if I didn't lift my feet when we passed hydro poles or trees or other roadside objects when in a moving car that something horrible would happen, but I never knew what because I always lifted them not wanting to find out......
I used to believe that God looked like the genie from Aladdin, except that he was so big that he actually surround the whole earth and that is why the sky looked blue - it was actually just god's belly.
When i was a kid i used to think that the Holy Trinity was made up of 4 people. Father, Son, Holy and Ghost.
It sounds better in my native tongue (Portuguese)
me and my sister used to sit on the bottom of the grocery cart and stomp on all the little holes thinking the devil lived there
when i was about 5 i was going to church and everyone would say that god lived up in the clouds. with god living with the clouds i naturaly thought that when it rained it was god taking a leck.
When I was three (1961) I was at a restuarant with my family and a group of nuns, wearing traditional black garb, walked in. "Who's those guys in the black things?" I demanded to know, thinking they were men, kind of like arabs in black instead of in white. Everyone including the "guys" had a great laugh at my expense.
When I was younger I beleive that the devil was under ground and since he was mean and didn't like God we should stomp on him to hurt him and i thought of him hurting he's head...
i used to believe that if i would give the finger to the ground i would make the devil grow. because hell is in the earth you know? and if i gave him the "pointer" holding my pointer finger at him i would make him shrink. and vise versa for god. i would do it alot just to do it and then appoligize to god for making him so small.
Back in the day when I was a little kid I used to believe that Satan was under the ground we all walked on. So, I figured since he's doing evil things to people, might as well give some pay back by just stomping on the ground.
I used to believe that the soul was a "green, lima-bean shaped organ located somewhere near the gall bladder." This is the description of the soul I would have in my head whenever I thought about it. My grandma also had a little purple man as decoration in her kitchen who peeked over the cupboard with his nose hanging over -- somehow I then conceived that God was a purple man in a brown fedora and a big, green nose, who sat in the clouds and peeked over them when necessary to throw down lightning bolts.
I used to believe that God looked like Mr. Rogers
I used to belive that when it rained, God was taking a bath and water was falling out the side!
The actuall explanation is way less fun....
When i was little
i used to think
the monopoly man
was what god looked like.
so i would imagine
little monopoly angels
and the huge monopoly man
god watching over me.
I was afraid to take a shower because my sister told me that when the drain was opened, the devil could crawl up and get me. I was safe taking a bath, since the drain was closed.
When I was 6 I used to believe that the devil lived under my bed, and if I misbehaved he would scratch my feet when I am asleep at night. So now that I am 26 I am still afraid that he might scratch my feet when I am asleep, even though he hasen't.
When I was little, I thought that every person had a "recipe" and that God spent his mixing up people recipes in a big bowl and sending them down to Earth. And example would be that someone might have 3/4 cup of smartness mixed with a teaspoon of meanness and 3 tablespoons of art talent...etc. in their recipe. I was worried that my recipe wasnt very good and asked my mum if I could have a new one.
When I was little I thought the holy spirit was a bird. I don't know why, but that was the image I had in my head.
I used to believe God would sit in a room with all these TV monitors, how else could he know everything that was going on in the world!
That when it rained and the sun was out the devil was beating his wife. I used to believe that when it thundered God was bowling, and lightning struck then it was a strike.