kids

When i was little I had ALOT of beanie babies and I thought they all had feelings so every night i either took turns with which one i would sleep with or they would get angry. I had a certain order (from the ones i liked most to the ones i didnt like) that i would sleep with them in. I never told them that i liked some more than others because i thought the ones i dont like would get mad and attack me. yes i was a dork.

When I was little, I thought if you cried on stuff(pillows, toys, etc.), it would come to life. I spent some time making myself cry, and getting the tears to fall on things.

i used to believe that when i was asleep a lion would come out of my toy cupbourd and would jump around downstairs and then other animals would appear aswell. it gave me nightmares.

My best friend told me that she had a Ken doll that could actually move and talk, and that it was always trying to have sex with her Barbie doll (who was apparently normal and couldn't move.) I desperatly tried to convince my parents to buy one so I could see them have sex.

When I was about 7 or 8 my older cousins had me convinced that I was adopted. And that I was once black. At first I didt believe them. Then they said that my name used to be Alfonso Johnson Jr. They said that I could find my dad in the phone book. So sure enough when I looked in the phone book there was the name Alfonso Johnson. I ran to my mom and asked, "MOM, why didnt my black family want me?"

I believed that the characters in my coloring books were frozen solid until I colored them, and I would pretend that they were begging me to unfreeze them first. Like Barbie would call out to me--"My arm is stuck! I can't move it! Hurry up and color it so it can be alive!" And then I'd color her and her friends would all call out, "Me too! Me too!!"

I had one of those treasure trolls when I was growing up. The ones that you rub the jewel on their belly button and make a wish. All of my friends used to make wishes on them all the time, but I knew they weren't too smart. If they used up all of their wishes, when they REALLY needed something, their troll wouldn't be able to help them!!!

Like many others, I believed that my stuffed animals had personalities, and that they socialized with each other when I wasn't around. I was even married to one of them (at age 5!).
I once lost a toy bunny at the park, and after an intense search failed to discover him, I held a memorial service for him, with all my other stuffies as attendants. It was very moving.
Another time, my stuffed cow wanted to become a real, live cow (don't ask why!), so I performed a ritual to transfer her spirit, and shut the 'body' away at the bottom of the closet, because the transer wouldn't take if I (or any of the other stuffies) spoke to her ever again. I hope Clover had a pleasant, fulfilling life. : )

I used to think that if anyone left the top off of a felt tip pen, then the pen would suffocate, so I'd go to great lengths to make sure everyone put the tops on within 2 minutes of using them!

I use to believe that my life was one big TV show. and that I lived inside a TV.
So I would always try to do silly things to make the giants, [who were watching me on their TV screens] laugh.

When my sister was young, she got a little toy oven for Christmas. She tore off the wrapping paper and just stared at the box for awhile. On the rather nondescript box, there was a turkey inside an oven. After a moment, she gasped. "A TURKEY!" she yelled.

She was so happy, too.

When I was little, about 5 or 6, I used to think that when I left my room or fell asleep my toys would come alive, Just like in Toystory. So I would leave and say to my toys,"Okay I am leaving now!". Then I would shut my door and leave just a little crack open so I could spy on them......They never did seem to move...I always felt they sensed that I was still there...

For Christmas when I was 8, my grandma got me a doll. A few months later, I accidently ripped the leg off. I got scared of it, and threw it under a corner of my bed. From then on, I beleived that she was out to get me. I would jump onto my bed so that I wouldn't have to walk next to her. I also learned how to run up the stairs 2 at a time because i thought that she was chasing me and could get me on the stairs.
I still go up the stairs 2 at a time.LOL

My mom got sick of putting the tails back in my "My Little Ponies" so when I asked her for the tenth time that day to fix it, (they were always getting pulled out when I brushed them) she told me that every time you pulled the tail out it grew a little more and that if it got too long they would get caught around their necks while they slept and possibly strangle them. My ponies had messy tails after that. Looking back it seems evil to tell your child that, but NOW being a Mom to 4 kids I can understand why she said it!

Somehow, when I was younger, I utterly convinced myself that my parents were not my real parents, and I was not in my real body. I was really a brunette named Molly that wore glasses and lived in the country instead of a blonde that lived in the city. I was longing for my real body and real parents until I was six or so, when I saw my birth certificate and worked it out for myself.

When I was little, I thought toys would come to life because I saw a part of the movie Chuckie. I thought they were out to get me. So every night I would say good night to each one and make sure they all liked me. I was the nicest to this talking mother goose doll I had, I was convinced that was the first after me. I even did this at sleep overs and my friends still bring it up to me today.

I believed that everyone in the world was an actor, they were there solely for the purpose of interacting with me, and the world effectively revolved around me. Of course I grew up and realised this wasn't true, but when The Truman Show came out I was disappointed because I kind of thought of the idea first.