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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
When my brother and I were little, he used to have fluff friends. There were Woody and Monkey. As monkey was brown, he didn't get dirty at all, but since woody was human-like and my brother took it EVERYWHERE, he got dirty too fast.
When my mother wanted to send it to the wash-machine my brother was like upset and didn't want it to get washed.
The thing was when at next morning when my brother tried to understand how could Woody got into the wash machine, but my dad explained it all:
He suddenly felt too dirty and walked into the wash machine.
My older sister used to tell me that she would let me go first when playing a board game if she got to go first, first. I thought that was a bargain.
I remember the day that her reasoning no longer made sense.
I was convinced that my brother's enormous stuffed chimpanzee toy would one day come to life. Accordingly, I stuffed it on the very bottom of the toy basket, piled all the other toys on top of it, and left it there.
I'm not sure if it was stored safely away in a bag when we moved out, or if it was sent to one of my cousins' children, free to wreak havoc...
i used to belive the noises around the house at night were the toys in my closet having a party. But as it turns out it was my cat locked in there!!!
Every night, b4 i went 2 sleep, i used to have to kiss each of my teddies on my bed... if i kissed one twice i would have to do the same to the others because if i didnt, i thought they would feel neglected and leave.
Okay. I was about 7, and had just watched some movie or another about living dolls that killed you. That night, I could swear I heard my dolls eyes' clicking and blinking. I gathered up all my courage, and picked up the dolls. Then, I threw them into the hall and locked my door. I felt a lot better then.