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My friends and I were playing with walkie-talkies on the roof of his shed and we were sure we had contacted Korea, because we interrupted a signal of someone else speaking an asian language. We were afraid we would start a war, so we went inside and watched tv instead.
I used to put my teddy's in a bin liner at night so that if there was a fire i could just throw then out the window to save them.
i was raised christian. when i asked my parents why i had to be christin, they responded by telling me that jesus was coming back to earth "any day now", and taking all of us christians with him to heaven. I was terrified. i didn't want to go to heaven with jesus if that meant leaving all my toys behind. i would carry around as many toys as i could at a time, sometimes strapping them to my legs with belts. if jesus returned to take me to heaven i could at least bring my toys with me.
I used to believe that if I wanted a certain new toy all I had to do was find something that was the same color as the toy I wanted and throw it in front of the lawn mower when my dad mowed the lawn. He would mow over it and the new toy I wanted would pop out the back of the lawn mower.
My dad used to yell at me everytime I tried to throw something in the path of the lawn mower.
I firmly believed my stuffed animals were alive. I would often burst into my bedroom, trying to catch them in the act of talking or moving. Some of them even got haircuts - being alive, the hair would grow back. Probably the weirdest result of my imagination was that I didn't give my toys names - they already had their own names, I just didn't know them because they never spoke when I was around.
When I saw ads for toys that said "batteries not included" I thought it meant that the toy didn't need batteries to work. When I asked my parents for a toy I would ad "batteries not included" as a selling point, becuase then they wouldn't have to buy batteries.
When I was a girl, I belived that my dolls were alive, but they never moved during the day. Instead, they would wait for night and after it was dark, they would go wandering around the house until dawn when they would return to wherever they had last been set down. That's why as a child, I used to set my stuffed animals on the floor and make sure they were dressed for the weather. I belived that if I didn't, they would be angry and would hurt me while I slept.
When I was around 2 to 3 years old, I tried to pull off one of my Barbie's heads. My grandma told me that if I did that, I would let lose all the bugs that lived inside the doll.
Needless to say, I never tried that to do that again..
when me and my neighbour were small girls we believed our toys and dolls would come alive when we weren't there. We extended this belief to bodily functions, but as we never saw the dolls go to the loo, we figured they needed some help. We held them over the loo but nothing happened. Mum asked what we were doing but I guess it seemed harmless so she left us to it.
Upset because the dolls didn't appear to be able to wee, we did it for them. In a jam jar.
Later that day I took my mum a jam jar full of my wee to show her what my dollies had done. She was unimpressed.
I rememember getting a helium balloon, and mom tied it to my wrist so I wouldn't lose it. But it chafed, so I squirmed my wrist out of the knot. Sure enough, it slipped out of my hand and floated away. I was unfazed, believing that when Dad got home, he could just get the ladder and climb up to get it (just like he did when my ball was on the roof of the garage).
i used to believe that inside my marbles were real planets and that they were inhabited.i thought that if i kept them in the dark for too long those people would die.so for years i'd get my marbles out every morning and put them back into their box every night.i'd feel terrible when i forgot sometimes as i thought they didn't get dawn unless i did it.i even took my box on holidays with me
When I was about 11, my Sunday School teacher told me that Dungons and Dragons was evil. I had never heard of the game and thought that any book or movie with either a dungon or a dragon in it was a sin.
It was also brought up in the class that the Cabbage Patch Kids Co was run by Satanists and that they would put their souls into the dolls. My teacher did nothing to disuade this idea, and as a result I was terrified of my little sister's Cabbage Patch doll.
Throughout my childhood, my mother always wondered why I had an unexplainable fear of dolls..... until at a later age I explained my sister had told me that 'all dolls were, in fact dead babies' thanxs sis! I only discovered the truth when I was about 11!
My eldest brother told me that when you started a jigsaw, first you had to do the outside. This stopped an army of 2d creatures called the Nth men from escaping, then you killed them by doing the centre. If you failed to complete the jigsaw, those that survived would get you in the night in revenge for their fallen comrades.
I don't think I seriously believed this myself, but I had to wonder why my brother liked doing jigsaws if he thought they were so dangerous.
I used to believe that colors had gender and I would spend immense amounts of time playing with my box of 64 crayons sorting them by gender or playing with them as I would dolls. Reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges were girls. Blues, greens, purples, black, browns, and grays were boys. I had trouble placing colors like yellow-green which seemed to be part male and part female or colors like lilac which was definitley a type of purple (boy) but a very girly shade of purple. I never did figure out what category white fit in.
My family and I lived in an apartment complex when I was young; One year I got a small electric organ for Christmas and played it faithfully every single day. When I proudly told our next door neighbor what I got for Christmas, she simply replied with "I know..." It took me years to figure out how on earth my neighbor could have possibly known I'd received that organ for Christmas.
Once when I was 5 this boy brought googly eye glasses to class. I asked him if I could wear them but he told me "No, they are really really hot" and the only reason he could wear them was cause he was older and could handle the heat. For the longest time I believed him cause I only saw older kids waering them. I was impressed by how pain-tolerant they all were.
When I was young, our school seemed to have a large electricity safety program. There were videos of children being electrocuted after going to fetch a ball from a power area, and we even had a live demonstration one day of a hot dog getting cooked on an electric wire, just like our little fingers would.
Needless to say, when I saw a commercial for Nintendo, with bolts of energy shooting from the console and the slogan, "Now you're playing with power," I was certain that it was a public service announcement to warn me against the dangers of the NES.
When I was 5, I got a toy pirate ship for christmas complete with various little plastic pirates. My older brother told me that the man who stood in the crow's nest on top of the mast was called the "nudity man". I took my pirate ship to school and told everyone what I learned for show-and-tell.
I used to have this toy shaped as a ice-cream, which had a foam ball as the ice-cream. If you press a button on the side of the cone, it would shoot the ice foam ball into the air. It was attached to a piece of string and would only go about 3 metres in the air, but at 6 years old, that was very high. I then had the bright idea of asking my dad if he could cut the string off, so when i pressed the button it'll shoot slightly high into the air.
His response was:
'I can't cut the string off James because when you press the button, the ice cream with shoot out into space and hit the moon and turn it off, and we don't want that to happen, do we'.
I BELEIVED HIM! I really wanted to do it but was petrified of turning the big light off in the sky!!
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