people

I used to believe that if you counted the number of cars in a funeral procession that someone in your family would soon die.

Sid

As a Methodist child I learned that people were sent to be angels when they died. (My nan's dog became an angel-dog too.)
So when I saw paintings and statues of cherubs and Eros, I found them disturbing because to me they were dead babies and children- very spooky indeed.

Carla

I had heard the story of the creation at Sunday School and how God took a rib from Adam to create Eve. My Grandad died soon after and by coincidence a new baby was born in the family about the same time, so I was convinced that God had been taking ribs out of Grandad and he died when he ran out of ribs!

Ruth

I used to believe that if I didnt get every single piece of paper into the waste bin on every throw that something awful would happen to my mum and she would die.

Glen

i used to believe that if you walked past a funeral parlour or a church when a funeral was going on, you had to hold your breath and cross your fingers or you would die with a red cross on your hand. The end.

shazza

On a flight to America my dauther asked if she would see her Gran in the clouds as we passed through them. Her Gran had died the month before.

Morag

i used to believe that you had to eat a ton of earth on your death bed as my dad told me so, what he actually meant was that this is a gradual process that happens over your entire life time!

sara cole

when i was around 4 i used to see the face of my mom's dad who had passed away when i was just a baby. i would see his face while we were driving in the car in the faint blueness of the mountains in the distance. i remember feeling peaceful...like he was looking after us.

candy

I used to believe that anyone who died could be brought back to life by giving them electric shocks! I'd seen it on casulty on Tv once and was sure that it could always be done!

Live for Ever!

When i was about 4 my gran's neighbour died. Iwas told that the angels had taken him. I imagined the angels arriving to take him away in their car!

sj

When I was very young (around 7 or 8), I overheard a conversation by my parents and a few of their friends. Apparently, one of the friends had just gotten back from the funeral of a distant family member.

My father then laughed, "You know, sometimes they pop right back outta the ground after you throw dirt on 'em." and even though the others shared in his laughter, I was horrified.

Sabre

When i was a child, my mother asked my younger sister and myself to go down and sit with our dying gran, until our aunt could take over. We arrived at gran's, she was asleep in a very dark bedroom with some awful radio station playing in the back ground. After a while my younger sister who was by now terribly bored, leaned over to me and said in a loud whisper "is she dead yet, cos Blue Peter starts in five minutes and we will miss it" As a matter of fact, gran managed to struggle on for another three years or so.

Anon

When i was in year one. one of the kids
told me that if i got black paint on my hands and didn't wash it off strait away
it would kill me.

Tabstar