I used to believe that the Cabbage Patch Kids, the baby ones, I had when I was little looked at me and once someone told me that they changed their facial expressions, especially the part of their mouth and the eyes changed direction so that scared me. One day, one of these dolls was found in my parents' bed with a broken eye, and I was very scared because I was alone in my house and this doll started talking because it was designed to repeat what you said. That moment in my life I will never forget. The same day I gave away all my dolls and I only kept some barbies and all my stuffed animals.
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When I was a child I liked to play marbles with my friends and sometimes I arrive very late to stay playing and my parents used to talk to me and tell me not to play anymore but I kept playing until once my father got angry and told me if I am still in That was going to seem like a goblin to me and he was going to take me as I was only 7 years old, I believed him and I never played again for fear of what he told me.
When I was sevenish, I was playing a game online and whenever I lost, it said, "Bad Luck!".
I thought that this was because the game creators were superstitious and believed that it was bad luck if someone lost at their games, like breaking a mirror or whatever.
I used to believe that toys had life, I believed it after seeing the "Toy Story" movies. So I spent moments looking at my toys to see if at some point they would move, that never happened, but I spent like two years believing it would happen.
I used to believe in Chucky when I was very young so I was very afraid of dolls and the dark and my brothers made me very scared with that so I was very scary as a child but now I know that Chucky is just a fiction and it's not real every time I watch his movies it makes me laugh than scared
Solía pensar que, por la noche, cuando dormía, todos mis peluches se levantaban y tenían una fiesta masiva. Verá, todos estaban en diferentes posiciones por la mañana. (Más tarde descubrí que los había pateado mientras dormía).
I used to believe that toys had life
When I was a child I used to believe that the toys came to life at night and when we were not around because they moved or fell apart, as a child I used to believe in ghosts because where I lived at night on the terrace of my house you could hear footsteps.
When I was a child I believed that toys could talk because I liked to watch the toy story movie and I spent hours watching my toys and I felt that when I was not there they played my toys alone.
When I was 6 years old, I used to believe that my toys come to life. I used to think that they lived together from my bed, that when the bed was moved they would even fight among themselves. I used to think they were bad. I felt that they grabbed my legs and played with my shoes.
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for a while I had a theory that we are all just toys in a giant dollhouse and the cars were some kids remote control cars and those people made different locations so us (the dolls) could go places. I thought that might be true but I wasn’t sure.
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When I was a child I used to believe that when I played video games my real world changed like the game.
When I was a child, I used to believe that dolls were alive and they moved when I left the room so I used to check through the lock all the time just to see if they have changed their positions
When I was younger I used to believe my toys are alive like in Toy Story.
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When I was younger, I usedto believe my plush have souls and if I hit them, they got revenge.
I thought as a child that sweet candy fell from the sky and I thought that the world of toys existed.
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I once believed that if I wore my Halloween costume to bed, I'd wake up as the actual thing.
When i was a child I thought that other people live for me, well i guess I was in a big game, looks like Sims. And I was the main character/
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when I was little I thought the Pokémon existed but we couldn't see them.
When I was a child, I used to believe that Baltasar, the black wise man, only gave bad gifts to bad children. My father knew that, and one day, he dressed up in a costume of Baltasar, and said to me that if I wasn’t a good boy and had good marks, he would give me bad gifts. Since that day, I always behave well.