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I was told that "God made everybody". I would sit in church with my family on Sundays and get a vivid mental image of God standing in my kitchen with a frying pan on the stove... getting ready to "make people". I knew the first ingredient would have to be a pat of butter, so the people wouldn't stick to the pan... but could never quite figure out any of the other ingredients He would use to make us.

vanillabean

I thought we should love the devil because the devil hates love and therefore would hate the people that loved him. If we hated the devil, well, hate is a bad thing and we'd be playing right into his hand if we hated him.
Loving the devil would really tick him off.

muldoonski

In Sunday school before I made my first communion, the nuns told us about God, the Supreme Being, in contrast us human beings. But I heard it as "bean" and for some time pictured God as a giant lima bean in the sky with all us human beans clustered under him in worship.

MotherLibrarian

When I was about 9 years old I thought that when I blew bubbles, and they popped in different places on my driveway that I was an angel or a a saint sending new babies to be born all over the world. I even made a little map out of chalk to mark where the babies landed. But if they popped in the air, the mother had had a misscarriage. I felt horrible for all the babies that "died" and i later held small funerals for them.

just call me saint.

I used to think Joseph of Joseph and his amazing techni-coloured dreamcoat was Jesus' dad.

Anon

When I was little I refused to believe that the words God and Father were synonmous, this was sort of odd as I went to preschool at my church and I even remember having an argument with my friend over it. She insisted that God was my father while my 3 or 4 year old self knew that my dad was not God, especially since his name was not God but John.

Anon

When I was three (1961) I was at a restuarant with my family and a group of nuns, wearing traditional black garb, walked in. "Who's those guys in the black things?" I demanded to know, thinking they were men, kind of like arabs in black instead of in white. Everyone including the "guys" had a great laugh at my expense.

No nunsense kid

One sunny Sunday in June just after summer vacation started when I was seven, I was swinging while my mom's back was to me as she was hanging the clothes to dry. It was a perfect moment to really lean back and swing high like I was told not to. I leaned a little too far back and slid off the swing, bashing my elbow on a rock. God had gotten me!

I ran into the house and buried my face crying into the couch so he wouldn't hear me, after all I'd gotten what I deserved for disobeying my mom. Complaining would just make Him angrier. For the rest of the day I stoically held my arm still and said I was fine. In my mind I had to accept my punishment and it would stop hurting when God forgave me.

By nightfall it was clear something was seriously wrong with my arm so they took me to the hospital. I actually broke my elbow and for some reason spent 3 days in the hospital (this was back in the days when parents couldn't stay) This really scared me so I was very wary of disobeying my parents for quite a while.

little martyr

My sister used to (might still) believe that she knew what Jesus's surname was. She thought it was Christ, which also lead to her thinking that it was his parents surname too!

Anon

I used to think no one built the ark because I confused it with Noah.

Anon

I live in Brazil, and speak portuguese. In portuguese, as in some other languages, the word 'heaven' is the same word of 'sky'( it´s the word 'Céu'). So, when I was about 6 or 7, I used to watch out to never be naughty especially when I was outside, ´cos it would be easier for God to see me and get angry with me, as I had no ceiling above my head.

G.Albo

When I was little I used to believe that God looked like the Great Gazoo (the alien from "The Flintstones").

Susan

i live in a town called swadlincote and beleived baby jesus was wrapped oin swadlincote (swadling clothes) i thopught my town played an inportant part in the nativity story

jane

Okay , for this one I have to give you all a little background. I am an Episcopalain(Catholic Lite), and we believe that when we take communion, that the Bred turns into the Flesh of Christ, and the Wine turns into the blood of Christ

Well for the longest time I thought that since it did that, then we as Episcopalians, were Canibals and Vampires.

I still believe in the blood and flesh thing, but after I talk with our priest I don't believe we are Canibals or Vampires

Sean Patrick

When i was little, I used to send Jesus birthday cards on christmas and thought he would read them in heaven.

Anon

When I was little, I thought the Indian princess on the Land-O-Lakes butter label was God or Jesus.

Butterflyzz

Up until I was about 9, I thought all the snakes were the devils children because satan was a snake during the story of Adam and Eve. So I would always catch the snakes and talk to them so when they saw "dad" (aka:the devil) that just incase I didn't get to heaven the devil would somehow be nicer to me than everybody else because I was friends with his "kids".

Clueless

When I was young I was shopping in London with my mum and we saw the actor Robert Powell. Knowing I wouldn't know his name my mum said "Look there's Jesus!". So I did what anyone would do in Jesus' presence and got on my knees.

Anon

Raised to believe that Jesus was coming back to take Christians away, and having seen some old religious movie where all the Christians disappear and and the anti-Christ or whoever is trying to kill this lady who is left, I would always freak out if my parents were late coming back home and the sky was really weird looking outside. Or, sometimes, if they didn't wake up the usual time, and everything was quiet, and it looked weird outside, I thought they had been taken. I would cry in my bed thinking that I was going to hell and the anti-Christ was coming to get me.

Tater

My favourite childhood religious belief comes from my mom's First Grade students, as it was apparently disproven on the playground: "I asked my grandma - Cupid's not the son of God; Jesus is!"

Now, now, different families have different beliefs... ^^