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When I was younger I used to believe that when I wasn't looking my toys would come to life and start talking to eachother and stuff but when I looked they would be in the same exact spot!
When I was about eight, I had a stuffed rabbit named Cuddles. She was made out of some kind of plushy material with a velvet dress. I adored that rabbit, and I carried her around everywhere I went except school. After I read the story about the Velvetine Rabbit, I developed this belief that Cuddles was real. I would argue with anyone who said she was a toy. One day, I brought her to school for show and tell, and my so-called best friend made fun of me so bad because I thought Cuddles was real.
I don't play Pokemon, so I thouht Picacu was the only one and his name was Pokemon.
Yo solia creer que los pitufos ahorcaban a los niņos en la noche cuando dormian (un dia salio anunciado en todos lados en Panama), yo tenia a papa pitufo y siempre me preocupo eso... hasta que desaparecio, jajaja creo que mi mama lo lo boto porque mas nunca super de el!!
i am 10, and when i was like 5 i used to think tht power rangers were real :S i used to hope every night a green one wuuld come on his hoverbike and give me a box of fruit winders, rofl
When I was nine and a major Harry Potter enthusiast (I still love Harry Potter !!) I convinced myself that pencils were magic wands of a different kind. I'd sort my pencils into the wand groups from Harry Potter (Phoenix Feather, Unicorn Hair, Dragon Heartstring). I got my friend from school who was also a big Harry Potter enthusiast in on this as well.
I used to have a Tamagotchi, and I really thought that it could eat and drink- at one point I was trying to give it a carton of Ribena. I also tried to give it a bath; bad idea, because it burnt out and died. :(
I had a stuffed rabbit once, and every night i would tie a string around its neck, and tie the other end to my bed post. I thought that if I believed in it enough, the toy would become real, like in the Velveteen Rabbit. I still have the rabbit, but no longer believe this lol
I used to think that unless i got every single toy in my room and put them under the covers with me when i went to bed that social services would come and take them away from me because i wasnt looking after them properly
or that god would punish me by flooding my room and taking all the toys that werent on my bed, which was in my imagination, Noahs Ark.
I used to believe that when an electronic toy commercial said the "Batteries not Included" disclosure that it meant the toy did not need batteries at all to operate.
I used to think my stuffed dogs and mechanial dogs (like iPuppy) were real. I would always try to make my parents go home in the middle of an event, like dinner, so I could feed them or put them to bed. I even game my 100's of toy dogs unique names, and put them with their family or friends. My parents and older sister always thought this was strange because they'd ask me, "Are you just pretending your stuffed dogs are real or do you really think they are real?" I would always reply with a stern and confident, "I think they are real." I kept pretending until I finally got a real dog. Then I wasn't strange anymore..:)
when i was little i played woth mr potatoe and i used to belive that mr potato could move and walk.
Okay, so I'm going to admit something that scares me, my mom, and my dad (My brother dosen't remember) to this day. When I was a little girl I had this doll. Now, it was a rather old doll and had been sewn up very often, including right across one eye. Well, I was in 1st grade, and while I didn't need a night-light I HAD to have this doll. I believed that it was hurt from protecting me at night, and if it was with me it wouldn't get hurt anymore.
Well, one night we apparently had a prowler. My room is on the second story, but my dad had the ladder out, so the guy climbed the ladder. I woke up to the sound of my window opening. now, being REALLY little, I freaked out. I threw my doll in his face and screamed. Later, when my parents were asking me about it, I told them I threw my dolly at him and she hit him hard and punched him and kicked him.
Needless to say, I still have the doll. I was convinced for YEARS that my dolly was a hero..
when i was 4, my grandmother bought me a little basketweave type mini suitcase. It became my traveling companion for every four hour trip to her house, filled with crayons, paper, and my favorite blankie. My mother would ensure that i had it along by telling me that it was my responsibility to take care of. The name stuck to it forever...
My cousins to this day are jealous that I had "a responsibility" and they didn't...
I still have the basket - and it still has it's name "responsibility"
I used to believe that if you ever threw a glass marble it would disappear. And by that I mean magically vanish.
I could swear my mother told me it was true, but she doesn't remember anything about it.
I am 13 and i used to think that barbies were alive and would eat my toes in my sleep so I threw all of them away
when i was little after i saw that movie toy story that my toys would come to life so i would sit there sometimes begging my dolls to talk to me and telling them i know they are real.
I used to believe that the toys were like in the movie "Small soldiers" and would come to life when you wernt looking at them!
I used to believe that child line sold childrens toys
I used to think my stuffed animals moved when I walked out of my room