people

When i was little, i used to think that when you bought your grave plot, you bought a house in heaven to live in too!!!!

Anon

When my grandma died when I was 5, I was the only one not crying my eyes out. The reason was because I thought that you would go to Heaven for a week and then come back. I was prooved wrong. :P

Vegafanatic

I used to believe that when you died, you just layed in your coffin forever, and I was scared because I thought I would be bored.

Brenden

When I was young I used to believe if you died in the water, you'd become a mermaid.

stefanie

My sister, at about 4 was sitting on the swing crying. I went out to see what was wrong ahd she said she was crying because she was worried about dying.
In my 9 year old wisdom, I told her that she still had 96 more years to live, because you die at 100. I then told her that I only had 91 years left and mum and dad had a lot less than that. She burst into fresh tears at this, saying "You'll all be dead and I'll be alone...."

pete, from Brissie Australia

I used to think that all people closed their eyes and stuck their tongue out when they died.

Anon

I used to think that when someone died, they became one of their already alive family members and therefore "replace" the personality of them. When my grandma died (I was in elementary school at the time), I felt really worried she would "take over" my brother and he'd turn into someone completely different.

Jess

I used to think 'feared dead' means the person got afraid of something and died. My dad and brother till date tease me with that (now brave 23)

biophysics

When I was little, my older sister and I were looking at a sunset. She told me that the sky was red from the blood of all the dead people in heaven. I believed that for a long time.

Mary

I used to believe that when people died and were buried, the bottoms of their coffins would open, the dead person would fall out and join the underground party that all the other dead people were at. It's like I thought there was this huge party six and a half feet under the cemetary.

J.L.S.

When I was about 6 years old I got up early one morning to draw. I was using the pens in my stepdads office and found some white-out (the white liquid that you use to coverup any mistakes). I used HEAPS of the white-out on my drawings until I saw that the warning on pen which said 'Excessive inhalation of white-out fumes may cause death'. This warning stopped me in my tracks because the whole room smelt of the white-out. I began to cry hysterically because I thought that once you inhale the fumes it takes a couple of hours to kill you. I ran into my parents bedroom to tell them that I was going to die only to find my stepdad on top of my mum 'doing the deed'. They both looked over at me and yelled that I need to knock and for me to get out. I ran out and lay down on my bed feeling extremely depressed that I was going to die and that my parents didn't care. Eventually my mum came in (dressed in a bathrobe) and after I explained my iminent death she told what the warning label actually meant.

Quite a way to catch your parents having sex, isn't it?

Chirko

I used to believe that the orange and white barrels filled with sand on exit ramps were to cover up dead bodies and soak up the blood from the road after automobile accidents.

Anon

When I was in kindergarten, I had a friend named Acadia, who had really strong beliefs about god. One day she came up to me and said "have you been good all your life?" and I responded yes, so she said "see you in heaven!" and then high fived me. For the rest of that day, all I could think about was her dieing that night and how she would be up there waiting for me. I was sad because i knew I would keep her waiting for another 100 years or so.

still not dead!

One day me and my grandma passed by a cemetary and i asked her what it was and she said it was where they buried dead peoples bodies. So after that i thought that they buried the bodies and the family kept the head!

=P

Both my grandfathers died before I was born. I was a lonely child, and decided that my paternal grandfather's soul lived inside a tree at my school and would talk to me. Later, when dad's stories revealed that Grandpa had been fairly mean, I decided I didn't like him (or "his" tree) anymore.

Melanie

When I would hear of someone injured "going into shock," I took it to mean that they were incredibly scared or surprised. Hearing about someone "going into shock and dying" would always leave me thinking these people really needed to calm down. Getting hurt may be scary, I thought, but there's no need to get so freaked out that you die!

Anon

When I was little I used to believe that my grandma's grey hair meant that she was going to die soon, that's why my mom always told her to dye her hair.

Kari

When I was a youngster I thoght the
"bottoms" of dead people were
buried. This I couldn't understand, and was relieved when I saw her whole body, not just her "bottom", in the casket when my grandmother died!

Gene

When I was little-little (3? 4?) way back in the crime-drama-and-violent-cartoon-filled 70's, I used to completely and utterly believe that if you laid down with your arms straight out to the side and your legs slightly spread (think classic "dead person pose"), and then closed your eyes and stuck your tongue out the side of your mouth, you'd drop dead instantly. I thought that when someone "died in their sleep" it meant that they had accidentally posed the death pose while they were asleep, and died. I was TERRIFIED that I'd do it to, so I started sleeping on my stomach. (For some reason, I believed the pose only worked if you were on your back.)

To this day (many, many, many years later), I still sleep on my stomach.

propchick

When I was in the 4th grade I read a book about spontanious human combustion and I was terrified that if I was ever alone that I would catch on fire and disappear before anyone knew what happened to me. I would scream if i had to bathe by myself(like i would catch on fire in water?)

Christina