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Whenever my dad went to the toy store, I believed Master Splinter was there to advise him as to which Ninja Turtles figurine to buy me.
Around the age of six I developed a pecking order for my stuffed animals about which I liked the best, therefore which could sleep closest to me. Then I developed tremendous guilt about playing favorites because I thought they'd be hurt if I left anyone out. I got them all into a rotation of who got to sleep closest each night. It was very complex and a lot of work. That guilt continued even as I got older and when I stopped sleeping with them and put them away I acted terribly sad and apologetic so they wouldn't feel bad.
The first (and last) time I flew a kite as a child, I was told that under no circumstances could I let go of the string.
One tug on that kite, and I was instantly terrified that a good gust of wind would come along, the kite would pull me right off the ground, and I'd be stuck in midair until I smashed into a tree, or until I lost my grip and plummeted to earth. I was in my 30s before I was willing to try it again.
ONce I saw a commercial for a talking Cabbage Patch Kid. At the end of the commercial it said "batteries not included" and I FREAKED OUT with excitement bc I thought the doll could talk without batteries.
Like many small children, I thought that my toys would become living, breathing creatures at night and in the morning, they would still be alive, but they would not show it. I made sure that I played with each and every one of them, give them names, give them friends and enemies and shape each of them a distinct personality. I would bring as many as I could to bed, so I could show how much I loved them. When I woke up in the middle of the night, my blurred vision made me think I saw them move.
I also thought shops and boxes imprisoned the toys, and that they could not breathe while in them. Man, I was weird.
After watching the movie 'Toy Story', I used to believe that my toys would move whenever I wasn't in the room and would sometimes purposely leave and jump right back into the doorway after a couple of minutes if I thought I heard noise. LOL
When I was 7 years old, I used to believe that when it was winter, my dolls feel cold, so I used to dress them with my clothes.
When I often went to stores with a doll/stuffed animal section with my mum, I always wanted the ones of which I thought were the ones that didn't sell the best. Just because I believed that they were the loneliest or I would hurt their feelings if I chose a better selling doll over them. I could also not stand putting toys back into the aisle, not because I was mad for not getting the toy, but because I thought I hurted it's feelings for picking it up and putting it back again.
when i was younger i used to surround my stuffed toys around me while i sleep, i did this to protect myself from dark spirits because i was convinced they would try to get to me because my mind was wide open at night, and that the feeling of someone watching me would go away.
When I was very young, I liked to sleep with all of my toys. One night I wanted to sleep with my Barbie doll, but my older sister told me I couldn't because Barbie would come to life while I was sleeping and poke my eyes out with her pointy hands From then on, I wouldn't go to sleep when a Barbie doll was in the same room as me, let alone the same bed!
I still belive that when a I sleep, my toys would have a party and play with each other until dawn.
When I was three a neighbor kid told me the plastic ladders on my firetruck was candy. I chewed on those ladders all summer trying to get the candy out.
I used to be a big fan of Sesame Street, like most young children. I had a few Sesame Street toys. One of them was a stuffed Elmo doll that sang the alphabet when you squeezed its tummy.
One day when I was playing with that Elmo doll, I noticed that it had a rip in its back. I opened it up, and I pulled out the device that the sound came out of. It had a big button on it, so I pressed it. Sure enough, it sang the alphabet in Elmo's voice.
To make a long story short, I was distraught that it wasn't really Elmo that was singing.
When I was little I didn't know that they made lots of copies of the same barbie. So when I stayed at my friends house I noticed she had "my barbie", when I said something about it she said it was her barbie and it started a huge fight and I had to go home. When I got home, I saw that my barbie was in my room, but all I could think was "Well, I'm glad my Dad got my barbie back."
I used to think when I cut off my dolls hair, it would grow back. I'm still waiting, for I learned the hard way.
I used to believe that all of my toys that had eyes could see me, so I would always turn them around or cover them up whenever I changed clothes.
i used to believe that if i wasn't nice to my toys, they would fight back.
The old commercials for the "Guess Who?" game used to have me convinced the characters on the cards would talk - at least, until they added the "Game cards do not actually talk" disclaimer for kids like me.
When I was little I used to believe that my stuffed animals were alive because i would sleep with them all around me and when I woke up they would be gone or in different places.
When I was little I used to believe my toys were living things so every night I picked up one of my plushies and said "sorry I'll sleep with you tomorrow" I really thought I would hurt their feelings.... I'm 19 I stil sleep with plushies