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i use to believe....that cement trucks carried balloons to the Bozo circus....lol
When I was young, my evil cousins would tell me the story of the China doll that wouldn't die! She was an evil doll from China that murdered the family that purchased her. For years I heard different versions, but all of them ended in scary fashion. To this day I cannot stand to look at any Oriental dolls and if I happen to catch sight of one, I have this compelling urge to run by it as fast as I can.
I was a great one for giving feelings and emotions to imanimate objects, and I still do!! You know those little rubber finger puppet things with big eyes and wiggly arms? Me and my sister would sit for ages in shops picking out all the ones with one arm, or some other disfigurement, because we thought nobody else would want them and we felt so sorry for them! We kept them in egg cartons and I ended up with over 200 "Wigglies" as we called them! To this day I well up at abandoned cars, unwanted toys at jumble sales, bald/crooked Christmas trees, and anything like that!!
I used to believe when barbie kissed ken a kelly would come out
I once got a gray stuffed bunny for easter one year, and I used to bring it to bed with me and my other stuffed animals. I used to think that it used to be a real live bunny, but it died and got stuffed and now it could only talk to me
This one was actually my friend's. About 2 years ago, when my friend was 13, he got silly putty stuck in his hair. He stuck the silly putty in his hair 'cause he thought it would leave and imprint.
I used to think that remote controlled cars could eat me. Whenever my cousins played with it, I climbed up on the couch trying to avoid being eaten.
As a young child I watched scary movies with my older brother. Well there was a certain movie were stuffed animals and toys would come alive and kill the children that owned them. Well i believed that this was possible so for the longest time I would treat all of my stuffed animal extremly well, giving them all equal turns sleeping in the bed with me, and the ones that didn't get to sleep in the bed had a homemade bed made of pillows and blankets on the floor. This fear fallowed me almost all the way through junior high.
when i was little, i use to play with barbies, and i thought that i had to play with all of them or the ones left out would be jealous and sad. so i always had families that were made up of 50 barbies. it was never easy playing with that many though.
My sister (who was an adult) told me (when I was a kid) that there was a new game called Execution, and it was like the Life game. You got caught doing a crime, got captured by police, went to court, and went to prision, Sometimes you got the death penalty. It was invented by criminals who wanted to teach kids a lesson.
I used to believe my stuffed animals could read my thoughts, and that by turning them a certain way, I can mask my thoughts
I thought that sea monkeys were actually going to look like they did on the package, I was convinced the "girls were going to have skirts" and was outraged when I found they were just little specks, I prostested against them for a while. . .
I used to believe that when you left the room or the house stuffed animals would come alive.
When i was little i thought that EVERYTHING had a personality and i would re-arrange the crayons or markers in their box so they would get along better.
When I was young I used to have about ten stuffed animals, all of which sat on the end of my bed. And although they never moved, I was convinced that they were conscious beings, with thoughts and emotions. Therefore I had a strict rotation of which one I slept with each night, so they wouldn't get jealous, even though I liked some more than others.
My mom would let me play with Play-Doh sometimes when I was little. When I was finished playing, I would pack the Play-Doh in its container. My mom would always warn me to put the lid on tight, so "the Play-Doh won't draw ants." I always wondered how in the heck my blob of Play-Doh could draw pictures of ants.
i use to belive that mum could vac up my toy no matter how big or small
When I was younger, I would often hump my stuffed animals, but thought I had to keep my clothes on when I did it or I would get pregnant!
I wonder what a half human, half teddy bear would look like. =)
In kindergarten I was afraid to take home the class teddy bear because I thought it was carrying all the germs from the other kids in my class who had taken it home, and that I would get chicken pox from it.
My stuffed animals would feel bad about themselves if I showed favoritism.
I'd torture myself weighing in my mind which had had the most attention, getting up several times from bed to switch animals.
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