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When I was like 7 I thought that when you go to school your toys are planning a way to kill you.(I watched Chuckie)
I always thought my dolls and Barbies would live in their own little world and talk and date and have fun when I left my room. so sometimes I would leave and then jet back to see if I could catch them in the act!
When I was younger, about 8 i'm guessing, I had to make sure the lid on the toilet was down, the door was closed (and locked) and towels were stuffed under the door to block the crack. Because if they weren't, my barbies would jump into the toilet and flush themselves.
Even gave me nightmares!
One evening after a trip to the children's museum, my mother took us kids through the drive-thru at McDonald's. My sister and brother, who were 5 and 4 at the time got happy meals. The prize in them was a pack of scented crayons. We were all quiet while we happily munched away, until my brother let out a blood-curdling cry. My mom slammed on the brakes and pulled the minivan onto the shoulder of the highway. "What's wrong?!" she asked, fearing my brother had been stung by a bee or pinched in his car seat or otherwise physically injured. Through his sobs he told her that he dropped the bag containing his happy meal prize out the window. My mom said, "That's all? You have enough crayons at home anyway." but my brother begged her to find them. Apparently, the McDonald's commercial advertising the crayons in the happy meals showed kids drawing things like racecars and airplanes and the drawings coming to life and flying off the page. My mother spent the next 30 minutes searching the side of the interstate in the dark for my brother's "magic crayons".
i was 8 when i woke up one morning and all my barbie dolls were decapitated by this doll Filipinos called "chaka doll" (ugly doll). at least that was what i thought. the idea was logical to me that time. given that the doll was dirty and shabby and really bad-looking (the clear opposite of barbie), i thought, "so that explains everything..."
When I was little, I'd never want to go near any Lego sets with flashing lights, thinking that they'd open up a dimensional vortex and suck me in.
As a young child, my parents taught me Barney The purple dinosaur was evil. Then I started daycare. According to my parents, when a little boy "shared" a Barney toy for no reason, I threw it down and screamed "BARNEY IS EVIL!", loud enough for the "teacher" to hear. And they appearantly "brainwashed" me into thinking Barney was okay. My mom wasn't pleased. She told her that it was part of our beliefs that Barney was in fact, evil. My parents convinced me that Barney was evil, and I hold that belief to this day.
I used to think my toys came alive every time I left my bedroom and would try and catch them out by peering through the gap in my door or quickly bursting into the room.
when i was 2 i'd been naughty for my mum nd she'd put my snoopy teddy in the washing machine,she came up behind me while i was watchin snoopy go round and round, and sed "help me charlee,help me, im drownin!" i was tryin to open the washin machine for ages while me mum was lafin! i didnt let her touch him 4 2 weeks!!
When I was young, I loved getting the free balloons at IHOP at breakfast. One day, while getting out of the car upon returning home, the balloon escaped, and drifted quickly upward and eventually out of sight. I was distraught. Since my grandparents were on vacation in Arizona, my mother told me that "All balloons go to Arizona" and that my grandparents would bring it back. When I asked them about it, they played along. I believed that balloons go to Arizona until I was a teenager, and I cried when I realized I'd been duped.
I used to believe that realistic looking toys could actually see. But only the shadows of things.
I used to give all my stuffed animals names and personalites
and ages based on their size. Like the small ones were kids,mediums were teen,medium-large were adult, and large were older adults, and I still kinda do that lol.
My mom put about 10 of thoose ceramtic dolls in my room, because they looke pretty. WHen I was 6 or 7, I swore I saw one of the dolls move. For a long time, I used to believe that the dolls would try and kill me if I looked at them, so I advoided ever looking at them. Eventually my mom took the dolls out of my room.
when i was little my mom would told me it was illegal to own more then 4 barbies at a time. and if i got caught she would go to jail. (her way of getting me to stop asking for them) she went so far as to freaking out and making me hide the ones i carried with me where she saw a parked cop car.
When I was around 6 or 7, I was scared that robbers would break into our house and steal my favorite doll. She was valuable to me, why wouldn't she be valuable to robbers?
As I child each night before I went to sleep I would pack all my stuffed animals under my comforter. I thought that if someone broke into my house and tried to attack me, the animals would come to life and protect me. And if that failed I could convince te attacker that it was a huge scary dog.
I have two moments from Pokemon Silver.
When you meet your rival in the game, he says "My name is ???!", the ??? meaning you have to give him your own name. Later, Professor Elm asks what his name was. I actually thought that ??? WAS his name, so I entered "???"...
Also, I named my character Max. Later in the game, I found a max potion, and I was absolutely convinced that the potion that restores your pokemon to full health is always named after what you named your character.
Once I had a Chinese finger trap. I thought it was a powerful weapon, and I said I might be able to go and defeat the terrorists by trapping their fingers inside of it.
I used to believe that if you walked in tall grass, or dug deep enough, you would be able to find a Pokemon. My friends, and my brother would always meet at a park near our house and go out on adventures searching for Pokemons, but then I started realizing how silly it was...
when i was little i used to believe that baby dolls could talk and eat and everything, when you werent looking, and when you went to check on them they would run fast enough so you could never cach them.