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When I was little, I was deathly afraid of the Velveteen Rabbit for some reason. My grandma had gotten me one of those book-and-tape sets of the story for my birthday, and even though I loved it and listened to it all day long, by the time I went to bed I had completely changed my mind. I somehow became convinced that the book had some kind of magic power that would make my stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen Rabbit, and that the animals would be mean and try to "get" me while I was asleep. I cried for like twenty minutes while my mom tried to calm me down, but I would not be consoled until she promised to get rid of the book the next morning, because of course I would be safe as long as it wasn't in the house.

A few years later, my parents gave me a Velveteen Rabbit videotape for Easter, and by then I was okay with it. Guess maybe I just wasn't ready for it that first time!

I believed for a very long time that my Barbies would wait until I left the room to get up play about by themselves. I would open the door really fast , and swear that I caught a glimpse of them moving .I made frequent spying attempts under the door, through the closet door handles, and into boxes. I thought this from the ages of about 6 to 10

I had the game Jamungi when I was little, and also saw the movie, where the kids start playing and get sucked into the game. So I was scared that if i played that game the hippos were going to go after me and I would get sucked into the game. But I decided to play it anyway, one day with my older brother and his friend. Then I got scared to death because I was about to lose and wanted to quit but they told me if I quit I would get sucked into the game and would never be able to get out! I'll be remembering this when I give my brother his christmas present this year.

When I was about Kindergarten age, my parents gave me this wonder horse. This is a large, toy horse mounted to a frame with springs, and you could ride/bounce up and down on it. My bedroom was upstairs, and it had a huge walk-in closet that my parents used for my play room. They kept the horse in there with the rest of my toys. During the daytime, they could never get me off of that horse because I loved it so much. However.... At night it was a totally different story. At night, if I forgot to close the closet door, I would watched in horror as that wonder horse would start to glow, and somehow turn into a real horse! The horse would gett off of its springs, trot out of the closet and circle my room a few times, making a loud clomp clomp clomp. It would sometimes come over to my bed and flash its teeth at me, then it would trot back into the closet and back onto the frame. I was horrified! This would happen night after night if I forgot to close my closet door. My parents tried moving that wonder horse downstairs to the family room, but darned if that thing didn't trot up those stairs every night and come after me! Nothing, but nothing I told my parents would convince them that that horse was real, and would come to life every night and try to get me! What's weird is I loved riding that horse in the daytime, but at night I was absolutely terrified! Finally my parents had had enough of my night terrors, and with the advice of the pediatrician or child psychologist, they destroyed that wonder horse one afternoon on our back porch. They did this in front of me. After that, I never had anymore problems, the horse was gone for good. Nobody really knows why I was traumatised by that horse every night, or why I'm the only one who ever saw or heard it come to life. I guess I was a very insecure little kid back then, I dunno. I'm 40 years old now, and I can still clearly remember seeing a real horse trotting around my room.

when i was little i thought that i was the only real person and that evreyone knew me and when i blinked evreyone turned into a monster..... i would always blink really fast trying to see if i could catch a glimpse of the monster people

When I was a kid I used to believe my stuffed animals had feelings. I had about 200 so everyday I spent about 2 hours talking to each and every one of them and asking them how they were, if they were hungry or sad, ect. Also, they all had birthdays, and their was one birthday every day. So I had a stuffed animal birthday party every day where we would dance around and play truth or dare.

I used to believe that all my stuff animals had feelings. I would have to talk to them equally and say sorry to them if i knocked them over and stuff like that. Also i thought if i made a nest in my bed and surrounded it with my stuffed animals, i thought i would hatch into my twin. (I thought that was why there were twins ha ha ha) i was disapointed when it didn't work.

When I was 9 after becoming interested in Barbie and the Nutcracker I slightly believed I was the Sugarplum Princess. And whenever we played pretend and it involved the Nutcracker story I would always make myself the Sugarplum Princess because I believed it was only natural since that was what I really was. And when I made a play of The Nutcracker for the class during our Christmas party I cast myself as the Sugarplum Princess because I actually believed I was really the Sugarplum Princess.

When i was younger i asked my mum where babies came from. She told me that I used to be a monkey and one day when her and dad were tramping they found me in the mountains so they caught me and chopped off my tail and singed off all my hair. For a long time i truely believed that i was a monkey.

Call this obsessive compulsive disorder if you will, but I used to think that if you twisted the arm/head/whatever of a toy all the way around, you'd have to twist it back the same number of times, back to how it was before, or else that toy would be in silent agony.

When I was little I thought that we were 'dollpeople' to giants and that we wouldn't be able to live without them and that they were 'dollpeople' to bigger giants etc.

I used to believe, when I was about 5 or 6, that there were many different "worlds" and I had a life in each of these worlds. Now the funny thing was I thought that I would only be alive in one of the worlds at any given time and when I wasn't in that world time stood still and I could only remember things that happened in that world. I thought that I was only in one world for a second and wouldn't come back for many years until I had spent a second in each other world. Of course this was all done in real time and was seemless. It's still kinda fun to think about what i was doing in all those other worlds.

This is before the truman story released i always use to think that somebody is always recording my each and every move , i made sure that i look preety even inside the loo and when the truman story came out i thought this is it , people really are following my moves and making a movie based on me

After seeing alot of movies i started believing that i was changed in the hospital and came from a rich royal family and that one day my royal parents will come to take me away ..

Since I am adopted, my parents explained I didnt come from them. My brother told me I was from Agusta Maine. I have no idea how I reached the conclusion that Agusta Maine was a noodle. But I thought I was a noodle person, to be a little more accurate I thought I was a princess noodle person.

I used to believe…

used to think that when i went to sleep....or just tobed that my barbie dolls came to life and that they grew to life size...but they would shrink and become plastic again if i turned and looked or woke up

When I was younger, my Dad would tell me as we walked through a store that if I didn't pet a stuffed animal, it would get its feelings hurt, so I'd have to touch every stuffed animal I saw. I still have to do this, and I'm 19 and in university. Also, if someone says that the stuffed animal is ugly, it makes me cry. This happened less than a year ago when I was shopping with my roommates. And I always had to get the stuffed animal that I thought no one else would want, the one that was a little injured, because I didn't want it to feel like no one loved it. I still don't know what happens to them when no one buys them. It really makes me sad, writing this now, to think of unwanted stuffed animals. Thanks Dad, for dementing me!