Okay, so I'm going to admit something that scares me, my mom, and my dad (My brother dosen't remember) to this day. When I was a little girl I had this doll. Now, it was a rather old doll and had been sewn up very often, including right across one eye. Well, I was in 1st grade, and while I didn't need a night-light I HAD to have this doll. I believed that it was hurt from protecting me at night, and if it was with me it wouldn't get hurt anymore.
Well, one night we apparently had a prowler. My room is on the second story, but my dad had the ladder out, so the guy climbed the ladder. I woke up to the sound of my window opening. now, being REALLY little, I freaked out. I threw my doll in his face and screamed. Later, when my parents were asking me about it, I told them I threw my dolly at him and she hit him hard and punched him and kicked him.

Needless to say, I still have the doll. I was convinced for YEARS that my dolly was a hero..

^^ I love my dolly! (I'm 13)

When I was about eight, I had a stuffed rabbit named Cuddles. She was made out of some kind of plushy material with a velvet dress. I adored that rabbit, and I carried her around everywhere I went except school. After I read the story about the Velvetine Rabbit, I developed this belief that Cuddles was real. I would argue with anyone who said she was a toy. One day, I brought her to school for show and tell, and my so-called best friend made fun of me so bad because I thought Cuddles was real.

keyboardplayer

My mom put about 10 of thoose ceramtic dolls in my room, because they looke pretty. WHen I was 6 or 7, I swore I saw one of the dolls move. For a long time, I used to believe that the dolls would try and kill me if I looked at them, so I advoided ever looking at them. Eventually my mom took the dolls out of my room.

DollPhobic

The homewares shop IKEA used to have a play area. In this play area was a pen filled with plastic balls and you were supposed to run and jump and 'swim' in between them. I was so scared that when I went under and in between these balls that I would swallow the balls and choke. Hence....I never went in.

ange

I used to believe that my toys played without me while I was gone and that was way before Toy Story!

K.ladybug

I used to believe that my stuffed animals all had feelings. I would sleep with them all on my bed, covered by a blanket, so that none of them felt unloved.

Steph

I always felt as though my stuffed animals had feelings. I knew they weren't alive, but I was afraid that if I spent too much time with one, the others would get jealous. And I never could give any of them away, being afraid that I would hurt their feelings. This was all before Toy Story ever came out as well.
I don't feel that way anymore, except I still can't bring myself to get rid of any of them..

Topo Starlight

When I was little, I was very selfish, and when my stuff animals got so old, the stuffing would come out, I wouldn't let my mom throw them away because the poor kids who went through the garbage would get it!

Anon

I remember hanging my littler brother's stuffed bunny to the monkey bars by its ears and, to the horror of my little brother, threw rocks at it. My little brother told my mom about it, and she said that i would be lucky if 'mr. bunny' didn't become animated when i was asleep and tell all of his friends to get revenge on me. I would lock my door and sleep with my toy dart gun 'just in case.'

jonny

When I was four years old I had a Batman piggy bank. I believed that if I left it in a dark room that it would become real and that I could play with him. I did this for a good couple months before giving up on the idea that Batman and I could be friends.

Kait

I used to think that when I closed my eyes, all my stuffed animals came to life. I used to close my eyes and tell my stuffed animals I wouldn't peek (and then I'd peek to see if I could see them walking around).

Julia

I used to think that when I left the house, all my dolls and stuffed animals would come alive and then would go back to pretending they were just toys when I got back. So every time I left the house I'd try and catch them moving around and talking. I never could catch them.

GGT

When i was young i used to have a lamb teddy that i took everywhere with me and i would never let my mum take it off me it used to smell so bad and it was sooooo dirty but everytime she tried to take it off my i would scream like mad. so when i went to sleep at my grans house my mum didnt put my toy lamb in the bag so i didnt get to sleep all night and when i went home in the morning the first thing i did was go and look for him.
after about 10 mins looking for him i ran to my mum who was in the garden and to my horror i saw baa lamb hanging on the washing line an i thought that my mum had killed him.

amyc

My best friend convinced me when I was five that we could drive to Christmas in a toy firetruck. This was a very exciting concept.

Roadhog

One day for Easter my parents gave me a toy rabbit, which they hid in a cupboard. When I found the toy, my mother threw her voice and made the rabbit speak to me. For years after, I spent hours trying to get the rabbit to speak again - I thought my toys could talk but chose not to when I was awake.

Tatmeister

I used to believe that toys could talk and stuff like in toy story. So I would set my cowboy and indian plastic things up and walk out of my room. Go down the hall. Then run back and try to see them fight.

Anon

When I was younger, I'd watch commercials on television for toys, and I thought it was such a great thing that "batteries [were] sold separately" to the point that I would tell my parents that.

Kit

I had one of those treasure trolls when I was growing up. The ones that you rub the jewel on their belly button and make a wish. All of my friends used to make wishes on them all the time, but I knew they weren't too smart. If they used up all of their wishes, when they REALLY needed something, their troll wouldn't be able to help them!!!

Sara L.

I used to believe that my stuffed animals were alive and that if I payed to much attention to any particular one the others would get really mad and destroy it. To get around this I would line them up in my room and read to them all aloud, however, I would always forget and end up reading in my head, so, to keep myself from feeling too bad about this I somehow managed to convince myself that after I read them a few pages aloud we developed a telepathic link and they could hear the rest of the book through that link.

Katie B.

When i was younger i had a HUGE red teddy.. being afraid of the dark i used to go to sleep with the door ajar, giving just enough light for me to see that beast of a bear....

I swear his eyes followed me round the room.

For years my mother wondered why the teddy was facing the wall in the morning, it wasnt till i was 20 (or so) that she found out the reason.

Dont have the bear these days.. but thinking back, it still creeps me out and im 25

Anon