i used to believe that we were dolls in a doll house and a giant would move us around like we would with our dolls.
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I used to belive that my toys would come alive and so i would acualy leave my eyes open a tiny bit and i thought i saw somthing moving but i really did not see anything.
I was very attatched to my Teddy Bear, Nolline, who I made at Build-a-Bear in the third grade. After her, My stuffed animal collection skyrocketed. I had five in my bed at all time, and would switch them out every 5 days, because I thought the other stuffed creatures would be sad and jealous if I spent more time with a specific toy than I did with the rest of them.
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My Sister Jenna Once Beieved That She Could Shrink Herself To Fit Inside Her Dollhouse.
I Told Her She Can't.
When I was 8 or 9 I thought that the world consisted of only 7 people and the role played for me and changed the appearance of my teachers, classmates, family and so on to make things happen in my life. When I was alone or asleep, they were in their base to find out what would happen to me next.
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I thought I was the only person in the world who didn't like ice cream
I was obsessed with playing barbies as a child. I then used to believe that similarly to how I played barbies and dictated what my barbies did, someone was doing the same thing to us humans... controlling and playing with us like barbies!
When i was little and i went out somewhere and came back to my house i always rang the doorbell because i thought my dolls came to life and i wanted them to get back in the spots i left them in
My babysitter's 17-year-old son had a bucket full of action figures that I used in lieu of my barbies. But I always gave them stories with action. I would hide them in secret spots during lunch or snack so that nobody would find them. I believed that everyone's mission was out to hunt them down.
One time when I was playing with my barbies, I told my dad that I had this belief that my barbies were living their destiny. I was controlling them but I was also living out their fate u consciously. It got me to think that if it was this way, then we were also dolls in an imaginary world and other people were controlling us. And then there were people controlling them!
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My barbies would come to life after I fell asleep. They would discuss how I played with them, so I made sure to give them a kiss every night before bed.
I used to believe that I was a reflection in some real boy's mirror, and if he walked away for too long, I'd fade away. Every day I'd look at the mirror to make sure I hadn't disappeared yet.
When I was really little, I thought the goo inside the Stretch Armstrong toys is what made them really stretchy. On one of my brother's birthdays, he got a Stretch Armstrong dog. Being rough-housing boys, my brothers promptly snapped it and left it lying around as they checked out the other new toys. I went to pick up the toy dog without realizing it was broken. When I noticed the goo getting all over my hands, I freaked out screaming and crying- I had frightening visions in my head of my brothers pulling my arms, stretching them, twisting them, just as they did with the toy dog. My parents had no idea why I was so inconsolable. When I washed my hands and realized they weren't stretchy, I was so relieved that I'd washed it off "before the effects started."
When I was little I used to think that everybody except
mum was spying on me and that they have hidden cameras everywhere.
When I was little I wore those itchy pajama shirts, I had one with miss piggy on it and one night it was cold outside and I was snuggled in the blankets while wearing it and static electricity kept causing blue sparks and electricity type noises. So i and cried thinking I was a robot. My mom laughed at me. I was terrified!
When I was small, I used to believe that my stuffed animals would have hurt feelings if I didn't tuck them into bed with me. I had a dozen or so . . . tried to set up a rotating schedule. It didn't work because CLEARLY Blue Bunny was on the verge of tears. Cleo too. . . and Grandpa Monkey. Uncle Monkey didn't look very happy either. Ended up tucking them all into bed and Mum found me curled up on my bed-side mat.
When I was a kid there were these action figures for some show (I think maybe X-men) that on the back of each box had a little profile for the character they depicted that included their real name. However one of them for the real name just said "Unknown" and being a little kid I thought their name was actually "Unknown!" which I thought was a really weird name and also wondered why they didn't have any last name..
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When I was little I used to believe that the sole of my shoe was actually a "soul", so I would talk to it to keep it happy and keep it from getting lonely.
I used to proudly imagine that there was cameraman working with some authors on writing a biography of me. They followed me around secretly and recorded the most minute of my activities. The book would even have tiny versions of the books I read within its pages.
I would start to believe my own story and occasionally whip my head around to try to catch the cameraman, but he was too quick for me.
I used to think that when you were asleep your toys came alive and had Madonna dance parties. Then when you woke up, they all ran back to perfect order.