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When I was younger, like 4 years old, I would run throughout the house collecting every single shoe I could find. I would then line them up back-to-back in the hallways and pretend they were cars. And of course, I would get mad when my oldest brother would knock them out of order or pick out his shoes. I would say to everybody in my house to not touch the shoes until they all get home. Apparently, "home" were their closets and I would run from the front of the line all the way to the back moving the shoes inch by inch. I eventually grew out of this phase when I was 7 years old when we moved into a new house where the closets had shelves inwhich everybody would put their shoes on. And of course, they would be too tall for me to reach, lol! I'm now 14 and can't believe I ever played with shoes!
i used to think that my barbies would become alive whenever i wasnt looking, so i would hide under a cover and pretend not to be there, hoping to catch them.
When I was young I used to believe that the A La Cart Kitchen really did heat things up. In fact, I was 20 years old before I was told it didn't cook at which point I realised that small children and hot things probably don't go well together.
when i was 9 or younger i saw a movie a bout evil cats that killed people, at that time i had a ceramic cat in my and thought that when i was alone it would come to life and attack me.
My sister taught me a card game called "Spite And Malice". At the time I was unfamiliar with the words in its name. I played it for years without understanding its name, but thinking it was "Strike The Mouse", never understanding why it would be called that. Now that I know the real words in its name, I don't know why it would be called "Spite And Malice" either.
I used to believe that my stuffed monkey was alive
because when I wake up in the morning he would be starring at me......creepy...
when I was little I used to think tht my stuffed animals threw a party and when I cam back they stopped
when i was about 7 or 8, my sister and i had this medium-sized doll whom we called "nancy" and one night we watched child's play (about a killer doll) and we went to bed, and we thought if we left our feet or arms out of the blankets, nancy would get an axe and chop our feet or arms of when we are sleeping. so my sister used to cover nancy with a blanket and stuff her in the closet. and i am 14 right now and my sister is 12 and nancy went to donation a long time ago, but my sister still belives in that story! And I find it quite hilarious!
I used to be afraid of monsters attacking me in my sleep, but I also thought that monsters would die if they went in the light. So I then figured that my teddy bear must put out some kind of invisible light that only monsters could see.
that teddies were real people and when you walked out of the room they would talk to each other but as soon as you came back in they would pretend to be teddiies again!! and if they fell off your bed they would plot revenge on you so i always made sure my teddies were in a comfortable position!!!
I used to think that my teddies and fluffy toys were alive and would move around the room and play and chat with each other, but they would only do it after I had left the room so that I wouldnt find out. I used to try and catch them out - I'd make a big point of saying out loud to myself 'hmm im thirsty i think i'll go to the kitchen and get a drink!!' then i'd go out of the room and pull the door shut and make loud footstep noises, gradually getting softer as if i was walking down the hallway... then i'd wait for a few seconds and burst in, hoping to catch them in the act. It never worked, they were always too quick for me. I figured that they must have known what i was up to :D
When I was about 7 my brother (who was 9) told me that my Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls had knives behind their backs and would kill me when I was sleeping or if I told me mom their plan. So I told my mom that I wanted to get rid of them but she said I couldn't because my Great Grandma gave them to me. So I put them on the top shelf of my closet and slept with a butter knife next to my bed.
I used to have this stuffed bunny when I was little that my grandma had gotten me for Easter, and boy, did I love this bunny. He had long limbs and tan fur and he was really gangly and floppy; I just loved him.
I also used to sleep in a bunk bed with my mom; I had the top bunk and she had the bottom bunk. Every night when I climbed up the latter, Bunny would be waiting for me at the top.
But one night, as I was climbing the ladder, for some reason I got this really horrifying image in my head of Bunny's face suddenly peeking out from the top of the mattress and bgi sharp teeth and evil eyes, and every night for a month after that I was too scared to climb up the ladder because I was afraid Bunny would appear like that while I climbed up.
When I was younger, I used to believe that stuffed animals had feelings, so when I would drop one, I would be upset, then appologize to it.
I used to believe that Koosh balls had batteries in them, and when you touched them, that's why they shook for so long.
Since I was 4 my mum spent most of the year in hospitals with my baby sister so I wa reased by my grandmother and I slept in a huge living room all by myslef. I used to think that my Teddy a blue bear has a tape insed him that my mum could take and listen from time to time(i still don't know where from I got the idea) so every night before I got to bed I used to talk with my teddy and explain him how was my day, sing songs tell poems.
For years I thought that a "ghetto blaster" was the gun they used on ghost busters (don't cross the beams! etc).
I distinctily remember one christmas when all my friends said they wanted a ghetto blaster and it confused the hell out of me, but sounded pretty cool!
I wasn't the coolest kid.
I used to belive that if I didn't cataloge and put away my lego everytime I played with it, little demons would steal the exact pieces I would need to complete a project I was working on.
Once, I was working on a spaceship and I couldn't find the lights I needed. I knew the little bastards had been there, so I left some out on a plate and hid behind the sofa with the biggest knife in the kitchen. I sat there for a good three and a half hours before my parents came home from work.
After laughing their asses off at me, the parents sat me down for one of the many "stern" talking too's that I would recieve in my lifetime.
Ok, I hope this makes sense...
When I was five, I had one of those sticker books where each page had a black-and-white picture, and a few "dotted outlines." The book came with a page of stickers that you tore out, and stuck the appropriate ones on each page.
I had one from the Disney Peter Pan movie, and one page required two stickers on top of each other. The picture was of Wendy and the boys being captured and tied up to the mast on Captain Hook's ship. In one spot, first you stuck on one sticker of the three kids, and then the "tied rope" sticker on top of the first sticker so it looked like they had the rope around them.
So that the picture looked right, the outline of the "kids" sticker had the words "put this piece down first" written on it. But I didn't understand this. I thought you had to put that sticker on first; otherwise Captain Hook would come out of the picture and kill you. Seriously!
I worried for ages whether I wanted to risk it or not. My dad even asked if I was okay. Finally I decided I'd better not. I put the book away just in case I made a mistake and unleashed Captain Hook on the world.
I don't know why they didn't just make one sticker of the kids with the rope around them and leave it at that.....
When i was about 4 or 3, my dad, a carpenter, made me this hand made rocking horse. it was absolutely amazing now that i see pictures of it...but anyway...the only flaw was that the eyes on it were kind of like a large version of those googly eyes you buy at craft stores...those eyes scared me so badly. my parents thought that if we put it in my room i would get used to it. one night, i was trying to go to sleep..and my eyes MUST have been playing tricks on me, but i could have sworn that the horse started moving toward me....i thought i saw it getting closer, pawing..moving its tail and mane...everything...yet somehow it never got really close to me. so i ran out of my room, and i thought it chased after me. i woke my poor parents up, and my dad came into my room, turned on the light, and showed me that my horse hadn't moved a bit...boy did i feel stupid!!!