I believed that the cards in a pack of cards had personalities according to their rank. My brother and I would play some kind of make-believe game with them and he always made me be the 2 of clubs because it was so lowly and ugly, and he was all the other cards. I had to be servile to him.
It's so unfair looking back.

Katie

When my sister was young, she got a little toy oven for Christmas. She tore off the wrapping paper and just stared at the box for awhile. On the rather nondescript box, there was a turkey inside an oven. After a moment, she gasped. "A TURKEY!" she yelled.

She was so happy, too.

Matt

When I was about Kindergarten age, my parents gave me this wonder horse. This is a large, toy horse mounted to a frame with springs, and you could ride/bounce up and down on it. My bedroom was upstairs, and it had a huge walk-in closet that my parents used for my play room. They kept the horse in there with the rest of my toys. During the daytime, they could never get me off of that horse because I loved it so much. However.... At night it was a totally different story. At night, if I forgot to close the closet door, I would watched in horror as that wonder horse would start to glow, and somehow turn into a real horse! The horse would gett off of its springs, trot out of the closet and circle my room a few times, making a loud clomp clomp clomp. It would sometimes come over to my bed and flash its teeth at me, then it would trot back into the closet and back onto the frame. I was horrified! This would happen night after night if I forgot to close my closet door. My parents tried moving that wonder horse downstairs to the family room, but darned if that thing didn't trot up those stairs every night and come after me! Nothing, but nothing I told my parents would convince them that that horse was real, and would come to life every night and try to get me! What's weird is I loved riding that horse in the daytime, but at night I was absolutely terrified! Finally my parents had had enough of my night terrors, and with the advice of the pediatrician or child psychologist, they destroyed that wonder horse one afternoon on our back porch. They did this in front of me. After that, I never had anymore problems, the horse was gone for good. Nobody really knows why I was traumatised by that horse every night, or why I'm the only one who ever saw or heard it come to life. I guess I was a very insecure little kid back then, I dunno. I'm 40 years old now, and I can still clearly remember seeing a real horse trotting around my room.

Tom M.

when i was little my mom would told me it was illegal to own more then 4 barbies at a time. and if i got caught she would go to jail. (her way of getting me to stop asking for them) she went so far as to freaking out and making me hide the ones i carried with me where she saw a parked cop car.

Robyn

When I was a little kid, I recieved a wizard furby. It terrified me, because I thought it was going to come alive and destroy the apartment, or stalk me for the rest of my life or something. One day, we were going out, so I put the furby in a shoebox and covered it up with some kind of cloth, then I put it in a closet and locked it.
I was seriously afraid of furbies.

anonymouse

i had a love hate relationship with my doll, sarah. i couldn't sleep if i didn't have her in bed with me, mainly because i always had the sneaking suspicion that a witch had stolen her(or would, if i didn't hold her tight) and made her come to life so she could stab me with scissors. i still have the doll and i don't sleep with her anymore but everytime i see her i wonder if maybe i should. i hate having scissors in my room at night as well, just incase.

Becky

I used to believe that little , tiny people used to live in my plastic ride-on horse (the one on springs). I had to be very careful while riding it because I didn't want to upset their furniture.

Jenipher

When I was little, my sister and aunt and I were spending the night with my great grandmother. When we went to bed, she told us not to sleep with plastic dolls because the devil would get inside of them and kill us while we were sleeping. In fact, she said that is what happened to her sister.

So, my sister and I would never play with Barbies or other such dolls. We would take turns putting them in the closet at night. Then we would become scared that we had hurt their feelings and they would come after us anyway, so we would apologize to them and carefully line them up in the hallway.

My mom never understood why we wouldn't play with the dolls, but she found them lined up outside of our door in the morning. Actually, to this day, I won't let my 2 year old daughter sleep with plastic dolls. Even though I know it isn't true, I still find it creepy.

Renee

i believed there were little men in my etch a sketch that did the drawing

now a mom

When i was little and i saw skateboarders on tv, i always wondered how they would kick the board into the air. So one of my friends told me they had magnetic skating shoes and i asked my parents for a pair.

Gerdy

After i seen toy story i belived that my toys actually spoke and stuff!

i also used to throw them of my bunbeds to see if they would change their expressions ... but then i grew up SADLY lloll

Anon

When I was 7 years old, I asked my dad for a toy at the K-Mart and he said, "Five dollars for that? That's too expensive." After that, I believed anything that costed 5 dollars or more costed too much.

To this day whenever my son asks for a toy, that memory gets stirred up.

Bart

As a child I had a My Buddy doll. My mom loves horror movies, and she was watching Child's Play (Don't remember which one though) and I was being a pest as usual. She told me that my My Buddy doll looked like Chucky. Needless to say it ended up in the hallway that night and my door was shut!

Ravengoddess

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

Cassidy

When I was about 9 years old, I won a 6 foot tall yellow rabbit in a drawing. I propped it up in my room and, perhaps misled by it's life-sizeness, convinced myself that if he didn't eat, he would die.

I remember sneaking some of my mom's cherry cobbler in my room one night and trying to feed the rabbit. He didn't eat it, but I still have a vivid memory of his yellow and white face with red cherry juice on his felt tongue and whiskers.

Richard

As a child I believed that some of my crayons felt neglected and desperately wanted to be used when I was colouring. I always felt particularly sorry for poor old brown, who didn't get much use, and tried to use brown even when I didn't want to.

I also felt sorry for brown Smarties and tried not to eat them last.

Leah

When I watched the commercial for the Goosebumps board game and all the monsters came out after the guy won, I was always afraid that if I ever won the game the monsters would come out and congratulate me. So needless to say I never played the game.

Kendra

When I was a child, I would occasionally visit my Aunt's house. She had a life-sized porcelain doll in a glass case inside her living room. It was holding a basket. I thought that in the basket there were knives and axes, and everytime I looked away she would move. I also thought that at night she silently broke out of the case and tried to kill me and my cousins. I have always hated dolls. Now I know that dolls cannot come to life. I still despise them. I am 17.

I Hate Dolls

When I was about 8 or 9, there was a My-Size Barbie doll that came with a butterfly costume. I thought that if you wore the costume you would turn into a butterfly. I was disappointed when I found out the costume wouldn't fit me.

Hey, I was young

I used to be afraid of monsters attacking me in my sleep, but I also thought that monsters would die if they went in the light. So I then figured that my teddy bear must put out some kind of invisible light that only monsters could see.

A. Nony Mous