people

Before being old enough to know about drugs and alcohol, I thought people committed suicide because they were donating their inheritance and life savings to poor or homeless people when they died, do they would be killing themselves for charity!

Anon

I used to believe that the people that lived across from the cemetary in Canarsie would wake at 3am to party with all the dead people that rose from their graves every night.

Howie

I was very young when, having no realistic concept of the biological implications of actual 'life' and 'death', I believed that when a person was awake s/he was 'alive' and when asleep was 'dead'. The up-side to this was that death was not frightening because I knew that I would ALWAYS wake up!

Chris -- California, USA

My sister told me that if I died any other way than a gunshot, I'd go straight to heaven. But if I died from being shot, I'd have to wait for a month before I could go to heaven. I was so scared I'd get shot - I really didn't want to have to wait, and I could imagine being in the ground in intense pain, looking out through nmy coffin at the still living people, waiting for my month to be over.

K8y

My grandad died when I was quite young and my parents told me that he "passed away". A few weeks later my dad was doing some DIY around the house and he hurt his hand quite badly with a hammer. I could see that my Dad was in pain and my mum asked him if he thought he was going to pass out. I was horrified and burst into tears, I said "I don't want you to die Daddy". My Mum quickly explained that she only meant that Daddy might faint!

Jem

When I was four, my grandfather died. He and I were always joking around. When he died I though that he was only playing hide and seek with me, that we couldn't find each other. In his funeral, my mother told me that he was in that coffin. I ran up to the coffin, knocked on it, and said "Hi, grandpa, here I am." I actually thought he would walk out of that coffin...gee, that would have been creepy if he did...

Sammy

When I was seven years old my uncle died, and this lead to a number of trauma for me. I was sure my uncles ghost was living underneath my bed, and would grab my feet if I didn't hurry getting in and out of bed. I was also convinced that when I was brushing my teeth, the ghost could appear in the mirror, in the bath tub or behind the door, I was terrified of the bathroom!

Gudrun jare

I used to beleive that when people prayed at funerals that the body would get up and walk around and then get back in the casket before the prayer was over.

Jackyl

When I was young, I honestly believed that I would die before I reached high school.

Anon

I used to believe that pencil lead was still made out of lead. In the sixth grade I was walking to the pencil sharpener and a friend was walking back from it, swinging her arm, and accidentally stabbed me in the finger with her pencil. The lead broke off in there, and I was SURE for a few weeks that I was going to die of lead poisoning. And instead of just going to the teacher, the school nurse, or my mom, I kept it to myself! (By the way, that little piece of graphite is still in my finger--24 years later!)

Kimberly

I used to believe that dead people were buried by sitting them down on the ground in the cemetery and covering them with cement(forming the gravestone).

Anon

We used to go to a flea market when I was younger. There was always a man there that sold old cowboy boots. My dad told me old cowboy boots came from "dead" cowboys. And that the "boot" man had a deal with the funeral homes. I am still not real sure where old cowboy boots do actually come from

Anon

I used to believe that if I fell asleep on my back with my hands interlaced on my stomach (the way corpses are buried) I would die.

I still do...

Anon

when i was about 3 years old my mother took me with her to the funeral of one of her best friends who was killed in a car wreck. well my mom was holding me in her arms with me on her hip and we were looking at her friend in the casket. I didn't know that she was a dead woman and i asked my mom "mommy.... is that a doll?" I thought it was a life size barbie doll or something. haha. i still remember it to this day

Christian

when i was little i had a theory that when you are about to die that all your closest friends, relative etc.. sits around with you and you go to this room where they all watch a video of your life. I thought that somehow your brain was videotaping everything that happened even your thoughts and when the end is near everyone will watch it ... so i always tried not to look at bad stuff or think any bad thoughts :P

i'm weird

I thought people died in the same order they were born, like if you were born 2 years before me you would die 2 years before me!

Leslie

I used to believe that the faces or animals I could see in the clouds were actually people and animals that had just died and were going up to heaven.

Eloise

I used to believe that exceed ment to die. So when I heard a commercial say, "Help your child exceed," I was rather disturbed.

Lucky Charms

My dad was a funeral director and used to take us with him on deat calls. Me and my sister were sitting in the back of the van with the dead body we were about 4 and five. And for some reason I thought all the dead people my dad picked up were really bad. I thought this one guy was a huge mean boxer and thats why he died. weird huh

jen

I used to think when you died you got eaten by Elephants, and then when you got pooped out the Elephant Gods would take you to a better place.

Skittle Man