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After i seen toy story i belived that my toys actually spoke and stuff!
i also used to throw them of my bunbeds to see if they would change their expressions ... but then i grew up SADLY lloll
My parents tell me that when I was quite young, I would always express my desire to go to china one day. They always found that quite odd, because there seemed to be no apparent reason for me to want to go there. They eventually figured out that the reason I wanted to go there was because all of my toys said "Made in China" on it. I figured that China was just mounds and mounds of toys.
And then... I grew up...
I once saw an add for a doll and it said batteries not included, I told my mum about it and i told her it didn't need batteries...
When I was a little kid, I recieved a wizard furby. It terrified me, because I thought it was going to come alive and destroy the apartment, or stalk me for the rest of my life or something. One day, we were going out, so I put the furby in a shoebox and covered it up with some kind of cloth, then I put it in a closet and locked it.
I was seriously afraid of furbies.
When a was little I saw that show "Are you Afriad of the Dark" about a girl who stayed in her room too long and turned into a doll.
Until the 2nd grade I wouldent stay in my own bedroom for more than an hour.
The homewares shop IKEA used to have a play area. In this play area was a pen filled with plastic balls and you were supposed to run and jump and 'swim' in between them. I was so scared that when I went under and in between these balls that I would swallow the balls and choke. Hence....I never went in.
When I was just a kid in kindergarten...I used to belive god looked like one of the dolls I would play with in daycare! It was dumb!
i had a furrbe that was broken and woke me up in the middle of the night and was talking to me.
that thing was possesed
the worst part was, i didnt know what it was, so every night it would talk to me again.
i was too young to relly understand what it was saying. Now i am deathly afraid of thoes.....things
When I was eight there was this toy being very heavily advertised on TV called Key Charm Cuties. It was this.....playset thinger, and it came with some bracelet you could carry the dolls around on. For some reason I thought there was something DESPERATELY IMPORTANT AND SPECIAL AND MAGICAL about that bracelet. Don't ask me why...the commercial did not let on that the bracelet was magical or anything. I didn't wanna bug my parents for a Key Charm Cuties set though 'cause I had too many toys and it was probably expensive.
i used to believe that Cabbage Patch Kids were made from real cabbage XD
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.