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When I was little I wore those itchy pajama shirts, I had one with miss piggy on it and one night it was cold outside and I was snuggled in the blankets while wearing it and static electricity kept causing blue sparks and electricity type noises. So i and cried thinking I was a robot. My mom laughed at me. I was terrified!
When I was small, I used to believe that my stuffed animals would have hurt feelings if I didn't tuck them into bed with me. I had a dozen or so . . . tried to set up a rotating schedule. It didn't work because CLEARLY Blue Bunny was on the verge of tears. Cleo too. . . and Grandpa Monkey. Uncle Monkey didn't look very happy either. Ended up tucking them all into bed and Mum found me curled up on my bed-side mat.
When I was a kid there were these action figures for some show (I think maybe X-men) that on the back of each box had a little profile for the character they depicted that included their real name. However one of them for the real name just said "Unknown" and being a little kid I thought their name was actually "Unknown!" which I thought was a really weird name and also wondered why they didn't have any last name..
When I was little I used to believe that the sole of my shoe was actually a "soul", so I would talk to it to keep it happy and keep it from getting lonely.
I used to proudly imagine that there was cameraman working with some authors on writing a biography of me. They followed me around secretly and recorded the most minute of my activities. The book would even have tiny versions of the books I read within its pages.
I would start to believe my own story and occasionally whip my head around to try to catch the cameraman, but he was too quick for me.
I used to think that when you were asleep your toys came alive and had Madonna dance parties. Then when you woke up, they all ran back to perfect order.
One time, when I was 6 or 7, I was standing in my hallway, looking into a room at a weird angle. I didn't realize that your eyes were in two different places, so you'd get two different perspectives, so when I closed one eye and I only saw a wall, and then closed the other eye and saw into the room, I was convinced I could see through walls. I began bragging to my brother, and got really frustrated when I couldn't recreate the results...
when i was younger, i believed (for whatever reason) that every time i went around a pole or through a loop, i would have to go back around or through; or else i would be, in some way, attached to it forever.
When I was about 8, I used to have conversations with my pet cats, because my friends were never around to play. To this day, I always thought that the cats understood me better than my human friends did...
When I was younger (5-7), I used to believe that Barbie Dolls actually experienced life the way I experience life, but I controlled it. Similarly, I believed I was a Barbie Doll and some giant controlled the way I experienced life.
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