people

This one sounds a bit grim, but is still funny: I used to believe that when someone died in a hospital, the coffin was kept under the floor or behind the wall, so when the life support machine went off and they died, the body would go through the machine and into the coffin, ready for the funeral.

Anon

I used to think that you could die if you kept having accidents and losing too much blood, before realising that it replaces itself in some way or other.

Anon

i used to believe when someone died their image on photo's would disappear

beryl's girl

I used to believe that when people died, they vanished into thin air.

KJ

When I was a kid, I used to believe that when people died, they would stand up and walk to their own graves.

Mark (england)

I used to believe that 82 was the highest possible age for people, that if you hadn't already died, you would surely die when you were 82. This is because my great grandmother died at 82. I never concidered the fact that I had another great grandmother, still alive at 96.
I also believed that my grandfather died (at 59, when I was three) because he ate too much chopped liver.

Marita (Norway)

My grandmother died when I was too young to go to the funeral my older sister went and reported back to me that "Grandmother died of the goat disease". I believed this for many years. Years later we relized that my sister had over heard someone say that "the old goat" had died.

Seth

I used to think that you died after you had breathed a million times. This resulted in spells of light-headedness as I went to sleep each night, attemtping to maximise my time alive.

ned

When I went to school I constantly believed what the other kids had told me.So far, as the hypochondiac I was,
I believed that:
If you ate shaving cream you'd die.
If you got three paper cuts you'd die.
The mirror ghost would kill me.
Any ghosts would kill me.
I'd have a heart attack from doing too much exercise.
My arteries would clot from eating cream
The other kids would really give in and twist my wrist off.
That's about all of the sad fears I can conjure up for now..Trust me there'll be more...

Jopp Linn Haze

i overheard my parents/sisters talking about my grandfather's death and the dangers of popping zits on your nose around the same time. for years after that, i believed that my grandfather had actually died from popping a zit on his nose!

Anon

When I was younger i heard all the stuff in church about 'eating christs body', but my mum was not religious so i never really had anyone to explain things to me, so I thought that we must be suppossed to literally eat EVERYONE we love once they died, but that we had stopped doing it here in britain because most people are not religious, but that in America, people still did it and that was what 'thanksgiving' was. All the people who died that year would be stored and then eaten by their family/friends on thanksgiving, and they would all be so 'thankfull' for the big meal they got. I also thought that spam was 'left over' dead people who died here in britian, who no one cared about, like tramps and stuff, and that they were made into spam so that the genral public would eat them as that would be the cheapest way of 'salivating' (salvating) them.

Anon

one day when i was quite young i was helping my mum set up a party for work, you know, decorations, balloons etc. i tried blowing a balloon up, and because you have to stretch them to make it easier, i couldnt do it, so my mum blew it up half way for me. but me being me wanted to do it all myself now, so i let the air out.
"well that was a waste of breath" she said, but i took it literally and thought we only had a certain amount of air to breath and we'd all eventually die when it ran out because of people who wasted it on whistles and sneezing etc.
weird eh?

Laura Lee

In the movie Lion King there is a part where Mufasa tells Simba that bodies become grass when they die, and that antelope eat the grass. Well, after I saw it I was afraid of picking grass, mowing the lawn, and dying because I didn't want to hurt all the people that had turned into grass, and I didn't want to become grass because I didn't want antelope to eat me.

Kassie

When I was about 7, I started to believe that if I went to sleep on my back with my hands folded over my stomach (like the traditional body in a coffin pose) that God would think I was dead and snatch me away to Heaven. I never slept on my back again just in case I put my hands like that. I got into such a habit that I still can never sleep on my back.

Chey

When I was very young I believed that people who were brought to the hospital were already dead, and that the hospital was where dead people were brought back to life.

andrea

When my grade 2 teacher, Mrs. McDonald retired, I was convinced that it meant she was old and would die soon. I spent the rest of the summer looking for her name in the obituaries everyday.

Neera

I used to believe that R.I.P. on a tombstone meant you had to rip it to make that person come alive again.So one day I went to my granny's grave and tried to rip the tombstone.

Robert J. Hoyt

When I was little, My grandmother ,God rest her soul told me too always cross my fingers when i saw a Hearse to cross my fingers or someone in your family would be next..
Now i catch myself still doing it till this day and I'm 30 years old now.. That was a little mean don't you think

Phil

i used to believe that when you went to sleep you died and then came back to life in the morning

soph

I used to believe that when people died their eyes turned into X's, like on the cartoons. Oh and I thought your tongue hung out when you died so every time I played dead I had my tongue out... lol

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