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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.
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.
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.
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.
my mom used to tell me that if you actually fed those baby dolls that were designed to eat and poo, etc... they would get worms.
I thought that my teddy bears and other stuffed animals were alive. When it was cold outside, they all had to be covered by the blanket in my bed or they might get sick or even freeze to death.
I used to think that my Barbies were just actresses who would do anything a kid wanted, and they really liked it when I would make one kiss another one.
i usedto believe that when i was asleep my cabbage patch kid doll would come over to my bed and watch me. then she would try to kill me.
I use to believe that if I let the batteries die in a remote control car and leak and the car wouldnt work that it would eventually explode, so I hid it at the bottom of the toybox under as many toys as possible and didn't touch it waiting for it to explode.
For Christmas when I was 8, my grandma got me a doll. A few months later, I accidently ripped the leg off. I got scared of it, and threw it under a corner of my bed. From then on, I beleived that she was out to get me. I would jump onto my bed so that I wouldn't have to walk next to her. I also learned how to run up the stairs 2 at a time because i thought that she was chasing me and could get me on the stairs.
I still go up the stairs 2 at a time.LOL
I used to think that my teddies and fluffy toys were alive and would move around the room and play and chat with each other, but they would only do it after I had left the room so that I wouldnt find out. I used to try and catch them out - I'd make a big point of saying out loud to myself 'hmm im thirsty i think i'll go to the kitchen and get a drink!!' then i'd go out of the room and pull the door shut and make loud footstep noises, gradually getting softer as if i was walking down the hallway... then i'd wait for a few seconds and burst in, hoping to catch them in the act. It never worked, they were always too quick for me. I figured that they must have known what i was up to :D
When I was really little I had this toy play kitchen thing and I believed that I could actually cook stuff with it. One day when I wasn't looking my mom put cookies into the microwave part and I was not at all surprised to find them.. I was however surprised to find that I could never make them again ):
I used to think little tiny people lived inside of my toy cars. But when I tried to look inside to see them they would hide.
I used to believe that after I cut my stuffed animals hair that it really grew back!
When I was little I believed that my dolls, barbies and teddies were alive and I'd walk out my room, but look quickly round the door to see if they'd all woken up and were moving around... I'm afraid to say they never did :-(
I used to beleive that if my parents bought me the "Super Ted" bear thgat he would really be able to fly around my room !
My dad and grandmother used to tell me never to play cards on a Sunday otherwise the Jacks would frown at me. To this day it scares me.
When i was little i thought my stuffed teddy-bear was alive and whenever i wasn't looking it would try to sneak up on me to kill me so i always tried to watch it.
i truly believed that my stuffed monkey was plotting to jump on me while i was sleeping, so i was always staring at it, and yelling at it that it was stupid and it didnt know how to plot murders! i truly truly thot the only reason why he never murdered me yet was because he just sucked at plotting murders lol!
I'm not sure why, but I was also TERRIFIED of my older brothers stuffed monkey. for no reason whatsoever...
Still, those monkeys scare me still, and I always prefer not to look at them.. (my brother keeps it in his room still)
and i still have that monkey as a decoration on the top top of my bookshelf.
I had one of those bouncy balls with the handle on it that you sat on and bounced around...I used to believe that was the way I would ALWAYS get around, forever....no more walking for me. Gee, I miss that bouncy ball!
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