When I was nine, I was staying at a babysitter's house. My sister, who was about five, gave me these round things with holes that had little squares inside. She told me they were some of her toys that I could play with, and of course, I believed her. I was having a blast until the babysitter came in and caught me. It turns out that they were her mother's very beloved slide pictures. Oh boy, did I get in big trouble.

Still afraid of slide pictures

I used to think that if I snapped my fingers at my stuffed animals, they would come to life; and then if I snapped again, they would become lifeless. So, when I was 12 and felt I was too old to play with stuffed toys (especially pretending/believing they were real), I snapped my fingers at them for the last time, and put them down for eternal rest.

EJ

after watching the borrowers as a little kid and that being my favorite movie i tholught that my dolls would come to life and talk to each other. so when i woke up i was so excited to see if they moved in a different spot...no luck the dolls never moved but i belived tha10

Hannah

My sisters convinced me that the dog in their Barbie collection, an Afghan hound, had hair that would turn to wood if I got it wet. I thought I wasn't doing it right.

Doug

I used to share my bed with a big blue and white teddy-bear I named Brian. He had bells in his ears. Every evening when I went to bed I would very, very carefully pick him up and put him into the bed with me, making sure the bells in his ears didn't ring because I believed if they did, then I had hurt him. Consequently I hardly moved in that bed througout the night!

Jo

My aunt made me beleive as a child that my cabbage patch dolls would come alive. She told me that if I did not take care of them like real people that they would kill me in the middle of the night. So every night before I went to bed, I would gently tuck my two cabbage patch dolls in, pillow and all in hopes i would be alive again the next day.

Sheen

I used to believe that if i cut of my Barbie dolls hair that it would grow back.

Zena

I wanted my first bike so badly when I was little that I believed if I went out to the garden and asked God, there would be one under my bed when I went back indoors

Peter Peterson

I used to cut my doll's hair and stuffed animals' fur, believing that it would grow back...

Needless to say, it didn't.

Li

Okay. I was about 7, and had just watched some movie or another about living dolls that killed you. That night, I could swear I heard my dolls eyes' clicking and blinking. I gathered up all my courage, and picked up the dolls. Then, I threw them into the hall and locked my door. I felt a lot better then.

*Click*...*Click*...

as a child, my parents wouldn't allow me to play with toy guns because they told me they "didn't believe in guns". i took that to mean they did not believe guns exhisted, like when one says one doesn't believe in ghosts. i thought them very silly.

Anom

I used to believe that whenever I left my room all my toys came to life and had a party, and whenever they heard somebody approaching, they all jumped back to their places. I was so desperate to catch them in the act, it resulted in several days of me creeping down the hallway trying not to make any noise, in order to catch my stuffed animals partying!

Party in Kelly's room

I used to believe that my toys had feelings and I didn't want to make them feel bad by playing with some more than others. So, I was always careful to spend equal time playing with the toys I didn't like to make sure none of them felt bad or thought I didn't like them.

Barbara

That the peewee herman doll that my dad got for christmas was posessed. One day when I went in the room alone it was sitting in the closet starting at me and I thought I heard it talking as if the batteries were going dead. I slowly put a pillow case over it and took it outside and threw it in the dumpster.

me

I used to believe that my stuffed animals had magickal protecting powers, and that if I didn't surround myself with my stuffed animals at night, that these evil people that looked like the people from the band Wicked Sister would break through my walls and try to hurt me. (I didn't believe in death...) It was my stuffed animals' 'magick powers' that saved me.
(I have NO idea how I got the idea that Wicked Sister lived in my walls... I was quite a weird child...)

I also thought that if I only slept with my favorite animals, and never with the other ones, that they ones that were left out would get sad and angry, and would use their 'powers' to hurt me. (Again, I didn't believe in death, so I didn't worry about that.)

C-duck

After I got the book THE DOLL PEOPLE (mind you, I'm not too old yet) and read it, I was firmly convinced that all my toys could come alive... needless to say. I still believe...

CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Mad-Eye Moody

whenever i was younger, i had a large porcelin doll collection in my room. they were all set up on a dresser that was next to my bed. whenever i couldn't sleep at night, i would look at my porcelin dolls and i could swear their mouths were moving! i thought they were thinking of ways to kill me in my sleep, and after about a week of those damn dolls and their moving mouths, i packed up my dolls suddenly and took them to the attic, without even giving an explanation to my mom...

HeL

My best friend told me that she had a Ken doll that could actually move and talk, and that it was always trying to have sex with her Barbie doll (who was apparently normal and couldn't move.) I desperatly tried to convince my parents to buy one so I could see them have sex.

Anon

I used to believe that toy cars were called "Hot Wheels" because the tires were actually hot to the touch. I was disappointed when I got a Hot Wheels in a fast food kid's meal and the tires were actually room-temperature.

Kate

When I was six or seven, my mom opened up a toystore. She told me I could go into the back room. When I all I saw was a desk and some boxes, I asked "where are the elves?" I was so disappointed.

ev