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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
When i was little about 4 or so. i thought that when we left the house or rom, the toys would get up and do stuff, like toy story
When I was young I used to have about ten stuffed animals, all of which sat on the end of my bed. And although they never moved, I was convinced that they were conscious beings, with thoughts and emotions. Therefore I had a strict rotation of which one I slept with each night, so they wouldn't get jealous, even though I liked some more than others.
A couple of my brother's friends used to think that when you solved a Rubix Cube, Jesus popped out and granted you a wish.
I used to believe that barbies were people who were bad so they were punished by being turned into barbies.
I still say my dad told me this, he denies it.
After watching Toy Story when I was little, I believed that you could leave toys in a room for a while, and if you didn't watch them, they would come to life. Well, I would leave my toys in the middle of the floor and walk out of the room and listen at the door. Sometimes I would even quickly open up the door and shut it. I'd watch closely to see if the eyes moved, or I'd turn away and look back and see if there was anything different.
Turns out, I wasn't trying to outsmart anything.
I used to believe that when I cut off my barbie's hair, that it would grow back...but it never did
When i was little i thought that EVERYTHING had a personality and i would re-arrange the crayons or markers in their box so they would get along better.
When I was little I firmly believed that all my dolls and stuffed animals were alive, and simply could not tell me because it was against the rules of their world. Based on this, I would have long, heartfelt, tearful conversations pleading with them to talk back to me. I would cry and plead and promise that they really, really could trust me because I would never tell anyone their secret. I used to read my dolls bedtime stories and tuck them in at night. I worried that, since they were alive and all, they might be hurt or jealous of one another if I did not spend equal amounts of time with each one. Some nights I remember really wanting to go to sleep, but having to make the rounds among my dolls, reading each her own story or promising to read her a longer story the next night if I didn’t have time…
I thought that there were little tiny people who lived in my fisher-price record player, i insisted i could see their sofa when i looked in the speaker slits and went as far as to mush up candy and push it in so they would have something to eat