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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.
When you go to sleep all your stuffed animals protect you from the monsters!
i used to have a whole bunch of plastic food, and one night i wanted to go into my parent's room and crawl into their bed but i stopped dead infront of their door because it was so dark .then i went back in to my room to look for a flash light ,but settled for a plastic french fry and figured :it's yellow so it'll give off light right?i then returned to my parent's bedroom and plunged in to the darkness i completely freaked out when i realized that my french fry wasen't working.
Shortly after watching Toy Story I thought my new Bratz Doll blinked. So I had tthought suddenly she was going to kill me in my sleep. So, I tied her hands in a rope, put a cloth and tied it around her face, put a couch on her, and topped it off with a box and a VERY large on top. Haha doll, haha.
When I forgot my Power Ranger action figure at the beach, my father told me he swam across the ocean and found a poor toyless child to amuse.
When I was fairly young, my sister and I were playing a game with a friend. We were pretending to be spies or something of the sort and were coming up with some pretty ingenious ways to eradicate evil-doers. One of these methods involved us skidding around the drive as we pretended to dice up the bad guys with our imaginary "roller blades" after incapacitating them.
As a six year old who only ever used traditional skates, I never questioned the logic behind why we all thought the wheels on roller "blades" were actual "blades", thus capable of being used in a lethal manner.
I used to think that if i put my barbies into the sink while they were wearing their swim suits, they would start swimming!! Then they didn't swim so i got discouraged. a few years later i started reading catalogs with beach outfits for the dolls stating: "do not place dolls or outfits in water" and I thought that my barbie pool party incident had been broadcast on the news!
i used to believe that -after watching toy story- that all my toys came alive at night or when i wasn't looking. one night i could sleep cause i had just got a very scary looking doll that i thought was going to kill me if i fell asleep.
When i was a kid i thought that my plastic dolls were dead babies embalmed and waxed...i remember crying several times on them lol..
When I was younger we used to own Wheel of Fortune for our computer. When ever I won the game I would pick the Limo prize that was offered and, excitedly, look through the phonebook for limo companies to choose.
I used to believe that everyone on this planet where dolls controlled by a little girl up in the sky and we all had keys in our backs, so when we would sleep she would wind our keys back up, and as i had dolls i thought i controlled their life!
I know I was and still am a weird kid, I'm only 14!
My mom would let me play with Play-Doh sometimes when I was little. When I was finished playing, I would pack the Play-Doh in its container. My mom would always warn me to put the lid on tight, so "the Play-Doh won't draw ants." I always wondered how in the heck my blob of Play-Doh could draw pictures of ants.
When I was 6 (I had my own room then) I used to have this toy clown hanging over my head in the front of the bed. it looked alot like the candyman with a huge grin on its face, I always thought it was getting closer to my face when I slep or it was moving so I kept the balnket over my face. Its been long since than (Im 12 now) and I threw that thing out . I still dont like clowns today
When I was little I LOVED Barney. My mom had took me grocery shopping with her when I found a little Barney stuffed animal. I begged her and begged her for it. When I seen it.. I couldn't believe it! I was in shock, I mean BARNEY.. here! FOR SALE! She looked at the price and put it back. She mumbled something about getting a knock off that looks the same but is cheaper. I insisted I do not want that one, I want THIS one. She Didn't realize I wanted THAT one because that one would come to life like Barney does, but the cheap knock-off wouldn't.
i used to believe that when i went to school my dolls would move