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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.
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.