i used to believe is a wonderful, wonderful reminder of just how confusing and scary childhood was. when i first heard about someone dying of a heart attack, my mind was immediately filled with the imagery of someone standing on the roof of his house defending himself against an attack by hundreds of native americans (the very stereotypical bugs bunny representation thereof), and for a while i thought people died of heart attacks because they got hit in the heart with a spear thrown at them (this for some reason always took place on your roof). i also spent way too much time praying that cybertron was a real place somewhere in the galaxy.