A childhood belief about toys

When I was little, I always believed that my stuffed animals were alive. They would talk to each other and play together, but only when no one else was in the room. I spent a lot of nights sleeping on the couch in the living room so they could have some fun together.

Also, whenever I dropped them I'd apologize for hurting them and kiss their boo-boos. I'd talk to them to, even though (I thought) they weren't aloud to talk back.