kids

When I was 6 I thought toys and dolls could talk so I said its ok I won't tell anyone then I got mad and shock it.

When she was little, my friend had a "My Size Barbie" (life-size barbie doll) and she kept it in her bedroom. Her grandpa used to sneak into her room at night and change the position the doll was standing in. My friend would wake up and freak out because she thought the doll was alive.

I used to think that my stuffed animals were all alive and they would come alive when all people left the room(like in Toy Story) I thought that they had feelings, too. Whenever I got sent to my room for misbehaving, I got really angry and threw all my stuff around the room, including my animals. Later, I thought that they would get angry with me and eat me while I was asleep so I picked each of them up one by one gave them a big hug and a big kiss and said, "I love you! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I was just so angry! please forgive me!" And I would always try to treat them all the same and not give more attention to one of them because I thought that the rest would get jealous and attack me in my sleep.

My FRIEND thought he was a wizard and going to Hogwarts a few years ago...FRIEND

A while ago, I believed that my thougths were displayed outloud, and things I pictured were projected above my head. I felt guilty about thinking during church services and during moments of silence because I thought that people could hear me. I soon tried everything to not think mean things!

i used to belive that everyone could read my mind but i couldnt read theres, whenever i caught myself thinking somthing bad i would try to clear my mind.... weird hu? it waz kinda creepy to

i used to belive that my stuffed animals were real and could talk to me......... i would sit there 4 hours talking to them my friends thought i cracked

i swear on all that's holy, until i was around 13 or so, i used to believe that really truly one day a dragon would just burst out of the sky, lift me up, and carry me off to the world i was *really* supposed to be living in.

I used to believe that stuffed animals got cold. During the winter, I would layer blankets on them to keep them warm. I never understood why they were still cold the next morning.

Up until I was 7 or so I believed that I was really a princess. I believed that my family was in exile or something. No one ever said anything to support this bizarre belief... I just have an over active imagination!

I found a copy of "Kidnapped" by Robert LOuis Stevenson in my parents book cupboard and for ages thought I had been kidnapped by my parents.....not realising that the book was a work of fiction rather than a manual on how to steal children.

When i was a kid (3-4 years old) i had this orange piece of cloth that my mom gave me and i wore it around my back and i believed it was my cape and i had superpowers.

As a kid my brother was very concrete in his thinking and not understanding the game of Simon Says he misinterpreted the directions. So when I told him to stand on one foot, he tried to balance on one foot and put his other foot on top of the foot he was balancing on.

i had a love hate relationship with my doll, sarah. i couldn't sleep if i didn't have her in bed with me, mainly because i always had the sneaking suspicion that a witch had stolen her(or would, if i didn't hold her tight) and made her come to life so she could stab me with scissors. i still have the doll and i don't sleep with her anymore but everytime i see her i wonder if maybe i should. i hate having scissors in my room at night as well, just incase.

I used to believe when I was little that I was the only person that could talk to the wind. I would go into a little corner outside and make whispering noises at the sky...All the other kids believed me!

when I was little, I used to bilieve my tolls were alive and I always looked at the keyholl