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I used to think that a Mormons were an alien race from a fifties sci-fi film.
When I was little I somehow imagined God to look like Spider Man and I thought he floated in space above earth watching us.
When I asked my mother what God looked like, she said something along the lines of, "Nobody really knows. He is a giant Being."
I didn't know what the word "being" meant because I was so young, so I thought she had said he was a "giant bean." So for a few years of my early childhood I would picture God as an enormous white lima bean.
Growing up in an agnostic household, I heard the Christmas story before I heard of any more of Jesus' life, and for some reason I didn't grasp that he grew into an adult. I was very confused to hear about everything he did later and pictured all the miracles being performed by a baby in a blanket.
My father told me this recently.
Me and my sister were having a conversation whether or not Jesus existed.
And then my sister said: "Let's ask santa claus because he's real!"
I grew up near Bellingham, Washington. When we went there for the first time I was very eager to know where in town Jesus had been born.
When I was little, my dad told me B.C. meant "Before Christ" and A.D. meant "After Death." This led me to think that the original dates of Christmas and Easter happened within a year of each other. I thought the reason Jesus was so magical and powerful was that he grew to be an adult in under six months!
I used to think that my priest at church was God because he wore a robe and was bald and that is how I always thought God looked. He was also my piano teacher's husband so I was really surprised when I would go to piano lessons at God's house.
I thought that the Vicar who came to my primary school every now and then was God. My mum didn't even bother to correct me!
Growing up in a non-religious household, as a little kid, I'd sometimes see ads for religious counseling numbers on television. I somehow got the impression that these were numbers with which to directly call God on the phone.
I used to think God would be angry with me for not believing in him and when I remember i'd whisper that I was sorry.
when ı was little ı used to think that minaret was god and somewhat later ı learned that we could not see the god now whenever ı remember that ı just laugh
When I was a child I used to believe that The God was one of the clouds in the sky so every time I looked up at the sky I tried to identify which one He was
I used to think Santa Clause was the Holy Spirit. I always heard more about the Holy Spirit around Christmas and you couldn't see spirits or Santa. I found out later in life that a friend of mine also had that same belief!
As a kid I was told that 'Jesus is greater than all of us'.. So I went home and asked my mom if Jesus really was bigger than George (this really tall man in our neighborhood)
I used to believe that when you are good, god loves you and gives as an exchange to you a better life, I use to believe that u shouldn't judge people, that u should treat everyone as equal, because the only one who can judge them and say what is wrong and what is right is god. I still believe these things, i still believe in the innocents i have and i wish everyone could think with this way..
I used to believe that Satan was a snake that lived in the crack between my wall and my bed! If I didn't face the crack, he would come get me. To this day I'm still more comfortable sleeping on my left side!
when I was little I was told that God sees evreything you do and hears everthing you say so you better be a good girl.And I can remember one night when my mother was giving me a bath and I asked if God can see me naked and she said no I am sure he turns his head. well she had a hard time getting me to believe that so I would get her to put the shower curtain around us while she bathed me and I would make her give me a towel before I would get out form behind the curtain.I was never worried about being seen misbehaving.
I used to believe that the Pope lived in an aeroplane. Because whenever you saw him on TV he was getting out of an aeroplane. I even drew a picture of the aeroplane in my First Communion book under the heading "where the Pope lives" and none of the nuns at school bothered to correct me.
One time I asked my mom who Jesus was, and she said "He was a good man". To me a "good man" was someone who wore a business suit and carried a briefcase, so that's how I pictured Jesus for a long time.