kids

When i was little i used to believe taht i was INCREDIBLY important, and that i was always on TV so i used to try to 'catch' myself on the station i was on... and i thought i was annoying all my veiwers because the people at the TV station would have to change the channel i was on everytime i turned to the channel I was on.

ok when i was like 5 (im 10 now) i though that stuffed animals can talk to i was listing and i told my mom about it and she said she cant hear it and i said u have to liten hard and it was funny as hell i still have a pic

When I was little I used to believe that I was abnormal cuz my stomach and chest moved when I breathed, so when I was near other people I'd try to breath without anything moving - not easy!

when i was little i thought that stuffed animals were really alive so i would be terrified of them, like if they fell i'd give them a million kisses and hug them and say " i'm so sorry!!" and i'd always be scared to do n e hting like change infront of them

I used to believe that I was the only person alive in the world and everybody else was just part of my world. My life was also a 24hour TV show on a special channel.

I used to believe that I was queen of the fairies and sometimes I would pretend I was Sonic The Hedgehog. The other kids generally stayed away from me when they found out....

when i was little i read this book on electronics and little people were doing everything inside it to help the kids understand it better i believed there was little people in stuff for about a year until i saw the inside of a toy.

One night, when I was about five, I thought all of my brother's stuffed animals where sick and it was up to me to cure them. So I took them all of them,(there were about five),and covered each one, head to toe, with vasaline!(you know, that gooey clear medicine stuff) My brother wasnt to happy to walk in on me telling his vasaline covered stuffed animals that they would be alright.

when i was little i used to think i was the only human and everyone else were robots trying to act human.

I used to believe…

That the peewee herman doll that my dad got for christmas was posessed. One day when I went in the room alone it was sitting in the closet starting at me and I thought I heard it talking as if the batteries were going dead. I slowly put a pillow case over it and took it outside and threw it in the dumpster.

I used to believe everybody else disappeared when I wasn't there. When you'd visit relatives, I thought they were happy because I'd made them exist again. I also believed the entire world was dismantled and stored in warehouses for the night.

I used to believe that all my toys were alive, but only when i touched them.
and whenever i touched them they could read my mind!
I was always carefull to think good thoughts, hug them all alot, and slept with them ALL everynight.

When I was about 5 or 6, I became convinced that giants controlled us, like we controlled dolls (ex: Barbie), and that if you turned your head fast enough that you could see their fingers moving your body parts. When I realized that no matter how fast I turned my head I still couldnt see their fingers, I decided they were turning my head. I even tried to disprove my theory by moving in front of a mirror... but still decided that I was being controlled by giants and I was just a doll to them.

I wasn't too popular as a child and dreamed of being older(and therefore beautiful and loved)
I somehow onvinced myself that i was actually 16 years old ( i was probably 8 at the time) and in a coma.
My loving family were all sitting around my bed mopping my brow with a flannel and praying for me to wake up!!
I even dreamed up a boyfriend. I think i kept up that one till i was about 11, when i convinced myself i had a replacement arm given to me by aliens!

My brothers and sister were evil. When I was a child, they told me I was born in a cabbage patch, and they had the birht certificate to prove. When they showed me the certificate, it looked pretty official to me, being a kid, so I believed, until I was over and I found the 'certificate'. It was a leftover Cabbage Patch certificate my sister had from her dolls. They wrote my name on it and signed it. I was so decieved! lol.

i truly believed that my stuffed monkey was plotting to jump on me while i was sleeping, so i was always staring at it, and yelling at it that it was stupid and it didnt know how to plot murders! i truly truly thot the only reason why he never murdered me yet was because he just sucked at plotting murders lol!

I'm not sure why, but I was also TERRIFIED of my older brothers stuffed monkey. for no reason whatsoever...

Still, those monkeys scare me still, and I always prefer not to look at them.. (my brother keeps it in his room still)
and i still have that monkey as a decoration on the top top of my bookshelf.