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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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When I was little, I used to think a dead person always looked the same way: eyes closed, tounge hanging out off to the side of their mouth.
My mom told me when I was about 9 that if you looked at a centipede long enough for it to count you teeth you would die before morning. I walked around with my hand over my mouth whenever I was outside for about a year
i thought that when people got to a certain age (80 or so) they would start getting young and become a baby. i was 8 years old and talking about when "I was born again", imagine my disbelief when my mother explained death to me...i was horrified, the shock never really wore off.
I used to believe that when someone died their head fell off, even if they'd did of say, a heart attack. I think this came from how a dead person if always referred to as a body, as in "they're going to cremate the body". It just seemed natura to assume that they either did something else with the head or that it fell of.
I always used to wonder how an actor that had died in his previous movie had come to life again in his next flick. I actually thought that actors had superpowers so that they could return from the dead.
I remember I started wondering how old my mom was when I was about 6. I asked her a few times, but she never would tell me, and would always end up to changing the subject. Then one day she answered and said she was 32. I was dumbfounded and disheartened. In that instant I believed my mother was very old, and did not have much longer to live. I spent the next sleepless week following my mom around, staring at her while she slept in bed to make sure she was still breathing, panicking when I heard her coughing from a cold that she had, and pounding on the bathroom door when I thought she was too quite in there. Honestly, it took me a good week to get over that one.
When I was in grade school, and first began reading some articles in our city's newspaper, I sometimes read about someone's body being found. After my mother explained that this meant the person was dead, I assumed it also meant that these dead people were often decapitated, since I pictured that these articles refered to finding dead people's bodies only -- as opposed to a body with a head.
When I was little I thought your hair grew when you died. When I was 4 or 5 my Great Grandma had no hair because she was sick and when we went to her wake she had a wig on and i was scared. Lame I know.
I used to believe that people lived forever... I only found out that people died at the age of 3 when my brother told me... I got really scared and every time something happened such as an eye lash falling out i'd be really worried and ask my parents "mummy/daddy will i die?"
I used to believe that life was like a tv show and that the world ended when I died.
My older brother told me that speed bumps were really dead people covered in cement.
My great uncle passed away when I was quite young. For some strange reason, I figured dead people would be put in their coffins to be burried naked (I guess I didn't see the use of them bringing any clothes along or something... Though maybe my not being able to go to the funeral was the tip-off.).
I used to believe that people were never shot in the back so I always slept on my stomach to protect myself from murdering invaders in the night.
One day when I was 4 years old I asked my mother how her mother had died. Rather than try to explain what heart disease was, she told me that my Grandma had a really bad heart that just wouldn't keep working.
Years later, we had a house full of people and I began explaining to a large group that my grandmother was soooo mean, it killed her!
My mother was really upset with me, until she realized that she was the one who had told me about Grandma's "bad heart." She then changed her wording to "sick heart"
When I was 4 I used to believe that when a man or a woman died he or she would fly to Heaven.When my grandfather died, my parents didn't want to let me see him dead and I spent much time by the window in order to see him flying to the sky
i used to believe that the little dust particles that you can only see in the light were spirits and everytime i saw them i would get really close and look for my grandpa's
My Mother used to tell me only the good die young and I would live to be 100+ years old because I was bad.
I used to believe that if you didnt rush into an elevator fast enough, the doors would close on you and chop off your limbs, or even kill you. I only thought this because i remember watching television one day when i was very young and ill so taking time off school, and there was a programme where the subject was the dangers of not entering lifts fast enough, and there was a plastic model of a woman there with no arms, and she was suppossed to be an example of what had happened to a real girl. I really must have hallucinated the whole thing!
I used to believe that if you went down a dead end, you would die. So if me mum every turned down those streets I would shout out "NO! were going to get bombed!"
When I was little, I always lifted my feet off the floor of the car when we passed a graveyard. Someone had told me once if I didn't do this the souls of the dead would latch onto my feet and pull my soul out from my body. I did this up until I was 15 and I was learning to drive... I kept my feet on the pedals but I was sure tempted to lift them off.
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