posted on Sep, 28 2009 @ 03:08 AM
I used to love going to cemeteries. And done a lot of weird things in them. When I was a kid, me and my siblings challenged each other to sleep in
one. Of course they were scared. I was too but I went in and slept in it anyway. Being secretly a Pagan at the time in a strict Christian
household, I actually used the time to practice paganism at the time. The cemetery was on a steep hill and it was just so, so fun. Racing down and
up the hill, making up stories about this or that person. Reading the tombstones, even find a few children graves. Getting chased by dogs. lol. It
was a lovely time.
Then when I got older, I used to visit them with my girlfriend. We were black-clothes wearing intellectual, Edgar Allan Poe nuts and used to be
obsessed with death and the whole Goth shebang. We read poems, made out among other things, and it was great times. I never grew out of my obsession
with cemeteries. Just neglected it. I returned two years later and the cemetery was fenced around. I was pretty sad about it.
Interesting to note: in the 1950s or so it is used to be customary for families to take a drive to cemeteries after church. Even more interesting is
that during the Victorian era, funerals were as extravagant as weddings are today and people would often to pay their hard earned money in order to
give their loved ones a lavish funeral.
Nowadays, people avoid cemeteries, death, etc.
Thanks for the nostalgia!