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Whe I was about 6 or 7 and learning to read, I loved to look throught the pages of a cataloge at the toys. But every single thing said "Cat. no." beside it and I wondered why they kept writing about cats, when the picture was of a barbie, or a puzzle. Looking back, it obviously was cataloge number!
I thought that sea monkeys were actually going to look like they did on the package, I was convinced the "girls were going to have skirts" and was outraged when I found they were just little specks, I prostested against them for a while. . .
When I was six or seven, my mom opened up a toystore. She told me I could go into the back room. When I all I saw was a desk and some boxes, I asked "where are the elves?" I was so disappointed.
I used to believe every stuffed animal I owned was actually alive and real, and that they'd talk to each other when I left the room. I got paranoid about this, becuase they would never talk straight to my face... Ever... Even though I talked to them.
I even thought they had feelings, and felt really bad when I saw one on the floor. I would apologize to it and make sure it was okay... Even though I still felt betrayed that they'd only talk when I wasn't there.
i used to believe that my dolls would come alive every time i left the room .
My mom and I discovered a melted crayon in the basement once, and that's when I learned crayons were made of wax. I spent the next three years trying to figure out why candles didn't work the same way.
I used to believe that toy cars were called "Hot Wheels" because the tires were actually hot to the touch. I was disappointed when I got a Hot Wheels in a fast food kid's meal and the tires were actually room-temperature.
after i watched toy story a couple of times, i thought that my toys came alive when i left the room; so, whenever i left my room, i would open the door a crack and look in there. i didn't see crap. i thought the toys were really smart and knew i was there.
i used to believe that if you out grew your toys and gave them away that they would forget that you ever had them and think of their new owner as one they've always had
i used to think that anything that was shaped like an animal, was a living animal. i would be very careful with my stuffed toys. i was careful never to drop them, lie on them/ roll over them in my sleep, or suffocate them or neglect them. like when i went on vacation, i would bring as many plushies as i could ... and different ones everytime so none would feel left out. even the ugly ones that i didn't like as much.
also, i felt really sad to eat gummi bears/ gummi worms, i thought they were real and could feel pain. i would alway suck on them until they dissolved, never bite into them
I was deathly afraid of this marionette bride hanging from my bedroom ceiling. Every night I would see it staring at me and I swear it looked like it was swinging ever so slightly. The fan was never on, so this freaked me out. I made my dad take it down and put it in the garage. I was still always worried that it crawl back up to my room and kill me.
When I was little I was a big Play School fan, and I had a Jemima doll.
My sister told me that our dog Molly had jumped into the television screen and stolen Jemima from the Play School set and given her to us!
I used to believe my toys were jealous of each other, so I had to be nice to them all, and say good-night to them each, like a parent.
when i was little i had whatched the show toy stories when it was over i ran to my room a came back downstairs telling my mom the toys weren't talking to me
when i was younger my cousin told me that if i slept with my stuffed animal every night and took it everywhere with me it would come to life.
When I was younger I would always hangout with my older cousin Ashley. She had quiet the active imagination. One day me and her where playing with all my dolls when she told me if you stare at a doll long enough they will move. I was shocked but we both grabbed a doll and held it infront of us as we stared not allowing ourselves to break the gaze. After about 5 mins I swear still to this day the doll's mouth moved. I let out a scream and threw the doll. I was afraid that all my dolls thought I knew their secret. I stayed up late afraid that they would kill me! eek!
After watching the "Rudolph" Christmas special when I was 5 or 6, I developed a firm belief that if I wasn't nice enough to my toys, that the lion from the show would fly into my room while I wasn't in it, and take my toys to the Island of Misfit Toys. I kept a close inventory on them from that day on.
I used to believe that my toys would (mostly my transformers) come alive and cast a spell on me to turn me into a Boy Toy. I always was waiting for me to be a toy but I thought that they couldn't do it because I needed to set the ceremony and the magical altar and I would set up a big Lego circle and put a toy fire on it for the ritual and would like dress(?????) the wizard toys in my toy wizard robes and hoped it would work then I realized that I needed a sacrifice so I would cut out a hand drawn stick figure and sense my Lego thing was a trapdoor I put it there it did not work part of me still believes it!! Uh Oh!
I used to think that the reason my mother always knew when i did something wrong was because my stuffed animals would tell on me.
I used to believe that training wheels were the different colored beads on the spokes.