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My babysitter's 17-year-old son had a bucket full of action figures that I used in lieu of my barbies. But I always gave them stories with action. I would hide them in secret spots during lunch or snack so that nobody would find them. I believed that everyone's mission was out to hunt them down.
One time when I was playing with my barbies, I told my dad that I had this belief that my barbies were living their destiny. I was controlling them but I was also living out their fate u consciously. It got me to think that if it was this way, then we were also dolls in an imaginary world and other people were controlling us. And then there were people controlling them!
When I was really little, I thought the goo inside the Stretch Armstrong toys is what made them really stretchy. On one of my brother's birthdays, he got a Stretch Armstrong dog. Being rough-housing boys, my brothers promptly snapped it and left it lying around as they checked out the other new toys. I went to pick up the toy dog without realizing it was broken. When I noticed the goo getting all over my hands, I freaked out screaming and crying- I had frightening visions in my head of my brothers pulling my arms, stretching them, twisting them, just as they did with the toy dog. My parents had no idea why I was so inconsolable. When I washed my hands and realized they weren't stretchy, I was so relieved that I'd washed it off "before the effects started."
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 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.
my toys could and did come alive while i was sleeping, i used to pretend to be asleep, then sit bolt upright to try and catch them out. it never worked....its like they knew i was pretending!
i swear my teddy bear is alive. i used tobe afraid of it and still am. because it said to not be afraid and it was my gaurdian.
When I was very young I used to always find marbles in the dirt of our garden. Because of this, for a very long time, I truly believed that marbles grew in the ground.
When I was little my parents had to take away my toys, because there was lice all over them - I didn't know that then - and they made up that they were having a vacation at the beach having a great time. They even told me that it might be a permanent vacation. I was convinced that I would never see them again.
When i was little i used to think that the ball pits in playgrounds had water in them, and that i would drown if i went in. It wasn't until i was too big for them that i learned otherwise.
I used to think that my stuffed animals got angry if I gave some more attention than others. every night before bed, I would kiss them each goodnight and plead for them not to attack me in my sleep.
When I was little I use to believe that we were like barbie dolls and people played with us and made us walk and eat
I used to believe that my stuffed animals should be rotated every night for which one would sleep with me or else the stuffed animals would get jealous if I slept with only one and would kill it.
One year, when I was like 7, I got a Super Nintendo for Christmas, but I didn't get it til Dec. 26 for whatever reason. After that, I was convinced that Santa was real and I used to believe that he could hear my thoughts. So one day I couldn't get my batteries into my Gameboy the right way so I left it on the kitchen table and walked away for a little while, sending mental messages to Santa to come help me, expecting to go back in there and find my Gameboy with the batteries and working.
I use to believe that if I cut off my dolls' hair, it would grow back. I also use to believe that my toy animals came to life when i left the house so I use to tape them down.
When I was little, I always believed that my stuffed animals were alive. They would talk to each other and play together, but only when no one else was in the room. I spent a lot of nights sleeping on the couch in the living room so they could have some fun together.
Also, whenever I dropped them I'd apologize for hurting them and kiss their boo-boos. I'd talk to them to, even though (I thought) they weren't aloud to talk back.
Some kids played with dolls, some kids played with action figures; I played with balloons. Whenever I'd get a balloon, I would name it "Mr. Balloony" and carry it around and talk to it like most kids would to a stuffed animal. Upon reflection, this may explain why to this day I have a fear of balloons popping.
I used to believe that everyone on earth was just really dolls for giants to play with.
I used to believe that every time I got out of bed at night, my toys would be alive and they would find me awake and try to come and eat my toes and fingers.