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When I was around 4 or 5, my mom would sometimes call me her little devil...I thought when people died they'd go to a place called " Fire Canyon", and become little devils too, and I'd have more friends...then I found out the truth...I was a little confused at first,lol.
I use to think that Heaven was located on the top of clouds. Therefore, if I looked really hard and somehow saw the top of a cloud, I could see Heaven. Weird!
i used to think that when your people said your soul would go to heaven after you died that your soul was actually a body part and i would imagine all these bone type body parts sitting in the sky...jeez lmao...so random.
when my mum told me about god she said that he lived up in the sky and looked after all th dead people. so i always imagined the clouds with all these dead people lying around with one man taking care of them all. weird.
I used to think that when u died, after u had gone to heaven, you would live on the clouds, cause thats where heaven was
When I was around age 7 I thought that heaven was this little shack that had only a kitchen in it and an old lady making cookies for a group of kids. and out side the shack it had thorn bushes growing around the out side and that the ground was made of clouds.
When I was a child, I used to believe that God was one of the clouds in the sky, always looking up at the sky and trying to shape the clouds.
I was told that your soul was "in your heart," which, as a child, I of course took literally. I was also told that it was this that went to heaven when you died. If this thing was not me, what good was it?
i used to believe that after you died that you would see god in heaven and help him out with the world!
When I was a kid I used to think that God is mad at me for not believing in him and when I remember him, I wonder if God can hear my thoughts
I, who was raised by atheist parents, was told by Catholic schoolmates that if I was not baptized by the time I was 10 years old, I would go to hell.
I used to think that i would live all the lifes of the persons who are called like me, in that way, we will know all the kinds of lifes possibles, and our soul will be more mature.
I used to believe that if you look into the center of a fire hard enough, you could see hell.
When i was little, from the time i was 2 till about 4, i actually thought that Heaven was on top of the hill in front of my house! i thought that if the clouds would move i could see God. Even though i know better, i still like to picture God sitting up there watching me on rivermont road!
When a friend of mine was 15!, he said in the class-room: Howcome can people come to heaven, when we have opened mass graves and found lots of skeletons?
As a child aged 4, a younger sibling died. It was my impression that his body would be placed atop a palm tree where messengers from heaven would retrieve this returning "angel". As an adult I learned of similar beliefs by the American Indians; at least in the manner they placed their departed atop high trees, mountains, etc.
I used to think that if you were mean, after you die, you go to hell where Satan makes you slide down giant razor blades before you go into the pool of fire. Ha
i used to believe that when u died, jesus would come through the clouds and drag ur dead body up to the sky and into the clouds in order to get to heaven.
When my grandfater died when I was six, my mu said that we could go and visit him one day. It wasnt til i was about ten taht I reaslised I'd have to *gasp* DIE to visit him.
When I was little I believed that under all of us and in the core of the earth, that there would be the most evil army of disgusting creatures. Like skeletons or goblins and it was runned by Satan! Every night I got prepared for an invasion of his army. I loaded my Nerf Machine Gun, got my baseball bat ready, loaded my bee-bee gun, and created my own torture weapons if I keep some of them of hostage (only for the night because if my parents would of found out, they would freak). But each night I went to bed, I felt nervous. Because what if they had even better weapons than I could believe and take me as hostage! Then I thought if they came to attack that the rest of the world would be one army. So I felt better and the next morning I was surprised that a lot of things got really wet and messed up and thrown everywhere. My parents told me it was a really big thunder storm. I was really relieved that it wasn't the mayhem of Satan's evil army.
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