kids

I used to believe that my stuffed monkey was alive
because when I wake up in the morning he would be starring at me......creepy...

when I was little I used to think tht my stuffed animals threw a party and when I cam back they stopped

when i was about 7 or 8, my sister and i had this medium-sized doll whom we called "nancy" and one night we watched child's play (about a killer doll) and we went to bed, and we thought if we left our feet or arms out of the blankets, nancy would get an axe and chop our feet or arms of when we are sleeping. so my sister used to cover nancy with a blanket and stuff her in the closet. and i am 14 right now and my sister is 12 and nancy went to donation a long time ago, but my sister still belives in that story! And I find it quite hilarious!

I used to be afraid of monsters attacking me in my sleep, but I also thought that monsters would die if they went in the light. So I then figured that my teddy bear must put out some kind of invisible light that only monsters could see.

I used to believe…

that teddies were real people and when you walked out of the room they would talk to each other but as soon as you came back in they would pretend to be teddiies again!! and if they fell off your bed they would plot revenge on you so i always made sure my teddies were in a comfortable position!!!

I used to think that my teddies and fluffy toys were alive and would move around the room and play and chat with each other, but they would only do it after I had left the room so that I wouldnt find out. I used to try and catch them out - I'd make a big point of saying out loud to myself 'hmm im thirsty i think i'll go to the kitchen and get a drink!!' then i'd go out of the room and pull the door shut and make loud footstep noises, gradually getting softer as if i was walking down the hallway... then i'd wait for a few seconds and burst in, hoping to catch them in the act. It never worked, they were always too quick for me. I figured that they must have known what i was up to :D

A few years ago, when I was 8, I believed I could go to Hogwarts. I wrote letters to myself informing me I was a witch and I would be attending Hogwarts. I brought them into school to try and fool my Harry Potter mad friend. She didn't believe me though.
Then, I would go home and pack my suitcase with a witches costume from Halloween, books and a chopstick wand. I would even pretend that my beanie baby frog was my pet toad. I would walk downstairs dragging my case behind me and tell my parents I was going to the station to catch the Hogwarts Express.

Weird, I know.

When I was about 7 my brother (who was 9) told me that my Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls had knives behind their backs and would kill me when I was sleeping or if I told me mom their plan. So I told my mom that I wanted to get rid of them but she said I couldn't because my Great Grandma gave them to me. So I put them on the top shelf of my closet and slept with a butter knife next to my bed.

I used to have this stuffed bunny when I was little that my grandma had gotten me for Easter, and boy, did I love this bunny. He had long limbs and tan fur and he was really gangly and floppy; I just loved him.

I also used to sleep in a bunk bed with my mom; I had the top bunk and she had the bottom bunk. Every night when I climbed up the latter, Bunny would be waiting for me at the top.

But one night, as I was climbing the ladder, for some reason I got this really horrifying image in my head of Bunny's face suddenly peeking out from the top of the mattress and bgi sharp teeth and evil eyes, and every night for a month after that I was too scared to climb up the ladder because I was afraid Bunny would appear like that while I climbed up.

This is actually from my brother,

We he was 3 he used to think he was a robot!

One time my mom said "eat you dinner or I will have to spank you" Then my brother said “You can't my springs will pop out!"

when i was little i truly thought i was a horse. i refused to eat with my hands (since they were hoofs) and made my dad put up littel fences in the yard for me to jump over.

At my grandmother's house she kept the spare bedroom as her room with all her dolls in it. I had a fear of the dolls killing me in my sleep. I used to lay awake all night long watching them waiting for me to go to sleep. If I laid there long enough I swore I saw their heads turn and their evil eyes look toward the bed. I would force myself to stay awake till daylight. Once I saw it getting light out I would fall asleep because for some reason I believed the dolls could only 'come to life' at night. Then my grandmother would come in and wake me up not long after I fell asleep so we could get ready for church. I never did explain to her why I was so tired after spending the night...

From about the ages of 6 to 11, i was sure that i was an alien test-subject/princess, and that when i became a grown-up, they would abduct me and take me to their planet, making me the alien queen. I never told my freinds of this though, as i didn't want them to get jealous, and also, i didn't want my alien spectators to know i already knew their plans.

When I was 6 I saw brownies at my school open day doing cheerleading. I didn't really fancy doing it myself but my mum said brownies are fun. I asked my Mum if I could be a brownie and she told me boys go to cubs. I wrote in my jotter at school "when I am 7 I would like to go to cubs" with a picture of me cheerleading at the bottom; neither my classmates nor my teacher could figure this out!

I used to think that most people had two parts of their vision, since ppl had 2 eyes, they had something similar to 2 television screens so that they good fix one at something and use the other for something else. and i thought it was only i who had combined vision, :D

I used to think i was a robot when i was 2-4