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As kids, my cousin and I once put the watering hose in a hole in the ground and thought we could kill the devil by puting hell's fire out.

Wade & Chad

In preschool, we sang a song about Jesus, and I thought God would get sad. After all, Jesus was his only son, and he died on the cross! I vividly remember a picture in my mind of God, who was bawling his eyes out, looking at a crucifix. He looked like a guy with a beard, and he had a tophat.

Mark

From a young age, we had a hired Nanny who was lovely woman but a devout Catholic and being brought up Catholic myself my parents didn't mind her using God's power as tool against me. One day, after hitting my brother for no apparent reason my nanny said I shouldn't do things like that as God was watching me and would be very dissapointed.

For weeks afterwards I would refuse until forced to take a shower, undress or use the bathroom. Upon being asked why I was being so difficult I replied. "Because God is watching me, he should mind his own business and give me some privacy!"

Hannah

My cousin and me used to believe that if we dug a hole deep enough in the ground, we would reach the devil and be able to kill him. We came up with this big plan to do just that and we figured everybody would give us money to reward us for killing the devil. I think we dug about 2 feet then gave up.

Andy

I used to have a mental picture of god, when i believed he existed. It was just like frankenstien! Green skin and bolts through his head.. lol

Janessa

I used to believe that Bible stories were not only fairy tales, but that they were written by Disney.

Spencer

In elementary school, some friends and I found a sprinkler with the head removed. We decided that the small hole with a bit of water in it would let the 'devil' escape from hell. So we shoved dirt, grass, rocks, broken glass (!), and whatever else in it to keep the devil from escaping. Hope no one was around when those sprinklers were turned on!

Ray.

When I was young, I used to go to Sunday School, and read the bible evey night before I went to bed. One night, I came across a passage that said God forgives all sin, except one - cursing the name of The Holy Spirit. This scared the absolute shit out of me. I stayed awake at night tring not to curse the name of The Holy Spirit. I was greatly disturbed, I started questioning my religious beliefs and I couldn't sleep. If Jesus forgave all sins, how come there was a New Testament passage saying "all except one?". I was terrified of accidently cursing the Holy Spirit. For a month I would talk myself to sleep saying "I curse you Satan, I love you Holy Spirit". A few times I got mixed up, and accidently said "I curse you Holt Spirit". Even though it was by accident,I knew I was bound to Hell - The Bible told me so. There was no way out.

After a month of nightmares, poor sleep and spiritual damnation, I decided the Bible was fallable, and Christianity was made up by people you used scare tatics to enforce their beliefs. I no longer believe.

FYI Luke 12:10 And everyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven.

CTF

I once argued with my sunday school teacher, a Southern Baptist, that Jesus and God and everyone in the Bible we're not people, they were monkeys, after seeing a documentary on evolution on the Discovery channel. My Grandmother tried to explain to be that Jesus was AFTER evolution, but I would only agree that they were monkeys BC, then became people in AD. Discovery channel used BC at the end of those dates.

Allie

My visual representation of GOD was Mr Clean wearing a white robe... but his skin was a green/yellowish color.

Ryan Williams

i used to think people said that god would see us like the same because he could only see our skull and couldnt know if we were boy or girl

nataly

I believed that if you said Satan's name at night, he would come to get you - via the front door. It didn't help that right after I told my mother about my belief (and night, yet), there was a knock on the door! I was terrified and begged her not to answer it.

rlo

My priest speaks with a pretty thick Texan accent, so until I was about 12, I thought Pontius Pilate's named was pronounced "Punch-us" Pilate. I thought that was a violent name, even for the guy who ordered Christ crucified.

Anon

I have some really interesting relatives. One of them is my cousin Tim, who is close to my dad's age. He has a really twisted sense of humor. On one visit when I was about five, Tim showed me an old ceramic sculpture of two praying hands. He told me that they were Jesus' actual hands! I was both amazed and disturbed! Such an ancient, perfectly preserved, holy thing as this was right here in Eastern Kentucky! But those were JESUS' hands! Why were they here? Wasn't this wrong? I couldn't understand why my parents weren't upset by this and every time we went to visit them, I stared at the hands in awe!

Lil Nicki

I was eating with my sister and her family one night when my sister asked my 3-year-old nephew if he knew who Jesus was. My newphew, who has never been inside of a church, prompty asked "Chucky Cheese's"? We had a good laugh. But were also a little disturbed. ;)

Mike G.

When I was little, I used to believe the moon was God's desk chair, where he sat and watched us. I wouldn't pray when the moon was full, because that was the back of the swivel chair, meaning he was facing the other way and wouldn't hear me. When there was no moon, I was always afraid God had moved.

Colleen

It must have been from watching Disney's Aladdin that I got the idea that God was a large blue man with a turban, a goatee, and the voice of Robin Williams.

Erin

once I heard my dad say "God dammit!" and this lead me to think God and Dammit were actual people. So when I'd go to sleep I'd imagine them just talking ("hey God!" "what, Dammit?") and maybe building a person or two. also, I imagined God as looking like a friend of my parents'.

Tory

My grandfather died when I was 7. When we went to the cemetary, I noticed all these graves that said 'INRI' on them. Since I wasn't ever raised religiously, I figured that Inri was just the last name of some really big, important family whose members were all buried in that cemetary. Then my Catholic friend told me differently.

heron

When I was about five I went to my first sleepover at my best friend's house. While we were playing in the yard we found a feather. My friend looked worried and told me that Jesus lost one of his feathere and he had probably crashed somewhere. I was so upset and told my mother as soon as she came to pick me up.

JF