people

I used to think everyone went to heaven in a pink trashcan (my grandmother had one in her bathroom when she died) and that the care-bears pulled them up in it with some sort of pulley.

I was a little off

Liz

When I was around6 or 7 I heard my family talking about people who had died -- my mom said they "kicked the bucket". Asd a result I thought that anyone who kicked a bucket would die. I spent a whole summer getting up the courage to give it a try. One day I got one of my plastic buckets that I used to play with at the beach. I toold it itnto the back yard and set it down. For an hour I tried to summon my courage. I walked away and came back many times until I finally gathered up my nerve and ran full speed, as fast as I could, and I kicked that bucket as hard as I could and it went flying! I saw it go up, fall and hit the ground, bounce and land on it's side. I just stood there, and after a moment I realized I wasn't dead. I went into the house and explained to my Mom that I had kicked the bucket and asked her why I wasn't dead.

That was the first time I realized that everything your parents tell you isn't true.

Pete

I used to believe that when someone died and was cremated, they would put your dead body into a coffin, push the coffin down a steep hill, and it would land in a roaring bombfire while people threw beer bottles into it and watched it explode. That was in second grade. I just learned that that is not what happens. lol. I also thought a creamery (ice cream place) was where you got cremated, and wondered why so many people were there in the summer. Ok, that was last year when I thought that. I'm still a kid so that counts!

Kathy

For some insane reason, I thought when I was like 8, that the instant you died, your name just automatically appeared in the bible. Don't ask me why I thought this, I just did. I believed this till I was like 11.

Katrina

When I was younger (I'm nine now.) I thought that when you died, you would just see pitch black. That really scared me, because I didn't want to happen that when I died, I would get bored.

John

when i was younger my brother told me that you had to hold your breath when passing a cementary or else ghost would enter your body

ghost

This wasn't my belief, it was my sister's friend's. When he was a kid he would spend the evenings in the living room with his family. He thought that he had to look at them all in turn in a particular order and if he stopped, then the last person he looked at would die. He was also too scared to tell them why he did this. So every evening he would keep looking at everyone in turn and his siblings got really freaked out!

Anon

I had no concept of death. I thought that when people died they were taken away in an ambulance, and then brought back from hospital when they'd recovered.

ludwig van dollymixture

I once licked a bleach bottle top, and my mother told me I was going to die in a few minutes....mean, I know, but I never licked bleach again!

Kyle

When I was little, my grandpa dies and the doctor said "We lost him." I thought he meant that they couldn't find him and my family was crying, but I wasn't.

Anonymous

When i was little, i used to believe that when you died and went to heaven, you would just sit on the clouds. I would yell up to relatives that had died and tell them who i was and how i was related to them. I would also talk to them about my life. When i went on my first plane ride, i was so scared that i wouldnt go near the window, fearing i would see corpses all over the fluffy white clouds.

JD

when i was little my grandma died and i asked where she went and my mom said "She had went to a better place" and whenever we went somewhere cool or fancy i would look for grandma XDDD then i would say "did grandma go here" and my mom would be like "...Oo" X)

AJ (short for adrienne)

when I was little I thought that when you died they removed your head, hence why they called them "dead BODIES". I always pictured a big freezer full of heads, or shelves and shelves of heads in jars, each one carefully labelled.

Kate

when i was little i used to believe that when you died a helicopter came to take you to heaven

purplefish

This isn't mine.
My dad died about 10 years ago when my sister and I were in our teens, but we still have lots of pictures and my 3 year old niece knows that the man in the pictures is Grandad Phil who Lives in Heaven. Her cat got run over a couple of months ago and my sister told my niece that cat had gone to heaven and we found her screaming at pictures of Dad because "Grandad Phil had stolen Tiglet". The when we went to Ireland for a family wedding she asked if we were goign to heaven because "Heaven is a long, long, long way away." So if you're three all dead people live in Ireland and if your cats play on the road the Dead steal them.

Claire

When I was very young my older sist hurt her ankle so badly that she needed stitches. I didn't understand the concept and she told me that if you didn't get stitches then you could die. I thought she meant that if a person never got stitches (for any reason) they would die. I guess I never thought that there would have to be some age cut-off limit for actually getting the stitches with such a vague ultimatum. When I was 7, I finally got stitches and remember being relieved that finally - I wouldn't die because I had the experience of having gotten stitches.

blonnie

wen i was little, i used to think that after u died on earth u went to heaven, then after u died in heaven there was nowhere left for you to go, so god sent all the dead people down to earth again to be garden gnomes forever and ever!

jess

My mother died when I was 6. For years I thought she was buried under my bed. To this day, as an adult, I never keep anything under my bed or look under it.

Shelly

I beleived that the rectangles left by construction workers in the street were graves for poor people or cheap people

Jeezee

i used to think that when you died you came back as penguins if you were good, and if you were bad, you'd come back as a person who thought they were a penguin

bonnie