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- If you don't hold your breath as you pass a cemetery you will die or become possessed.
- People killed in films or on TV die in real life.
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my cousin, when he was about 4 years old, used to think that the big gravestones with the crusifix on them, people were standing up in them!
I went to my great-uncle's funeral when I was about 6. After that, I believed that if I fell asleep with my hands folded across my torso, that I would die in my sleep.
I'm 27, and I still refuse to put my hands on my chest when I go to sleep!
My family was at a graveyard, planting flowers on a grave. I had been helping my mom, while my two younger brothers played in the field behind the graveyard. Once we were finished with the flowers, mom sent me to get my brothers. As I approached I saw they were standing, looking down at an old campfire. I overheard the oldest of the two explaining to his younger brother that "This is where someone was recycled".
My Aunt, my Mother, my 7 year old cousin and I went to visit my Grandads grave once. When my cousin (Luke) saw the vases at the gravestones, he kept staring curiously at them, until finally, he asked "I that how the people down there breath?"
I used to believe that the actors in movies that died actually *did* die while being filmed...I'll never forget watching "Jesus Christ Superstar" and being so sad and yet awed by the fact that the actor "gave up his life" for that role...
My mother once (jokingly) said that if I didn't dry my hands, I would die.
I dried them every time until I was 6.
When I was very young, I could not believe why everyone didn't carry life insurance, which I believed kept you from dying.
i used to believe that euthanasia has something to do with young chinese people
I used to believe that when people died they went to Devon. A neighbour told me my grandad had gone to Heaven and I didn't know whwere that was but we went on holiday to Devon every year so it made sense.
My mom told me and my sister that if you wear your bathrobe to bed, the sash on it could get tangled up around your neck and strangle you.
We sort of didn't believe this, but worried about it just the same. To this day when I get in bed wearing a bathrobe, I have to think a minute and persuade myself that the sash isn't going to come alive like a snake and wrap around my neck. It gives me a creepy feeling most of the time, so I just take the bathrobe off and wear a flannel shirt to bed instead.
Thanks Mom!
For some reason when I was a youngster I believed that if you died and went to Heaven the fastest vehicle there was a Ford Escort van (in white, natch). So for the last 30-odd years I've been determined to go to hell.
I used to believe that when people died, they came back to life as dolls. My grandmother died when I was 9 and when I was 11, my dad gave me these porcelian dolls she had owned. I put 2 in my room and could not sleep so I put them back in the box and me dad put them in the attic.
I used to believe that when people got killed in a movie, they really died...SO I thought that when movie makers wanted to find people who were going to die in their movie...they'd go around on the streets, stopping people and asking them, "do you want to die?"
Not only did I think that, but I when I thought of it, I thought I was the smartest kid in the world...and went around asking my friends, "do you know where they find these people who die in movies?!...well APPARENTLY..."
During the halloween "season" i would drive around looking at decorations with my mom. After we would pass house after house with RIP inscribed on the gravestone, i started believing "RIP" was a very famous dead guy.
I was once at home in the kitchen. No one else was home. I made some toast. It got stuck in the toaster. So I put a knife in it to get the toast out. I got a huge electrical shock. I thought I was dead, but I wasn't sure, so I walked around the house, not touching anything (just in case) waiting for someone to come home to tell me whether I was dead or alive.
When I was in first grade there was a terible bus accident and the driver and one student from my school died. Everyone was talking about the visitation, when i asked what that was they told me that the dead people would be in a casket to see them. Well i heard casket and I thought basket.. sounded the same to me. I just couldnt believe that they would put a dead person in a basket so everyone could see.
I used to believe when someone dies and they put him into coffin and bury under ground, his body remains intact forever and doesn't rot, and if somewhere (like in the movie) there was skeleton lying, I believed it was because the owner had died of something that just tore all the flesh off his body.
I used to believe that 'prosecuted' meant the same as 'exterminated', so the signs on the wall of our local cricket ground; 'Trespassers will be prosecuted' scared me to death. I thought there were daleks in there...
I used to belive that you rented a coffin for the funeral and then just dumped the dead body into the dirt and left them there forever, and that the next person to die would get the other person's coffin.
i used to believe that there was an ingriedient inside birthday cakes that made you grow older and that if you ate too much cake, you would drop dead and that that's why people died. For the longest time i refused to eat cake because i didn't want to die and i wanted to stay a kid forever
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