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When I was younger, my parents would try to only let me sleep with ONE stuffed animal, but I would feel bad for the others that were left out, so half of the time, I would try to stay awake until after my parents checked on me and then put them all on my bed, leaving no room for me, so I would sleep on the floor.
When I was little all my toys I kept at my granny's house would mysteriously disappear around my birthday. When I'd ask her, she use to tell me that either I lost them or baby toys would dissapear when I grew up.
I learned shortly after she died that she would throw them away. :(
I used to believe that most of the toys you get for presents (especially at Christmas) would run away after a few months, because you didn't buy them yourself. In the case of Christmas presents, Santa was just loaning them to you. Around the time I was 9, I learned that my parents had been selling these toys at the annual yard sale a friend of the family had, or giving them to my friends as birthday presents... To curb this practice, I started carving my initials in my favorite toys with a steak knife.
When I was YOUNGER I used to believe that we were like barbies and giants were like us with barbies but I know that it is not true!!
When I was younger, I used to believe that my porcelin (sp?) dolls and my stuffed animals were alive...and have feelings and stuff. You know, kind of like in 'Toy Story' but creepier. The dolls would freak me out and I would hope that they wouldn't come kill me like in the movies, and I would talk to my teddybear that I slept with that my grandmother gave me. Even to this day in the back of my mind I make sure that I am nice to all my stuffed animals including the bear my boyfriend gave me that I sleep with now (and my dolls are packed away I'm happy to say)....strange, I know, and I'm nearly 21!
I used to be afraid of baby dolls that closed their eyes when you layed them down, because I was afraid that they were dead. I used to tape their eyes open so they wouldn't die.
My stuffed animals would feel bad about themselves if I showed favoritism.
I'd torture myself weighing in my mind which had had the most attention, getting up several times from bed to switch animals.
When I was young, I didn't like to hold stuffed animals when I went to bed because I was afraid I would eat them in my sleep. I was weird.
when i was little i thought my toys were alive when i went out of the room like toy story. whenever i came into my room i always tried to catch them out and see them. they were always too quick for me. because of that i gave all my toys away. about a year later i realised toys cant be alive. i felt so stupid for giving them away
We had one of those low audio quality singing toys (kinda like the singing fish). This one was a white Christmas Bear dancing and singing "Yes, Jesus Loves Me ... Yes, Jesus Loves Me" ... My neice when playing it would hear something totally different. "Yes, Beat the Puppy ... Yes, Beat the Puppy". Though usually I let kids sing their own versions, I did correct her on this one
when i got my first cabbage patch doll at 7 i beleved the dolls were born in cabbage patches not bought in stores so i was never out of my neighbours cabbage patches looking for the dolls
when iwas young i had a huge crush on pierrot my room was a shrine to him you name i had it and i belevied pierrot was real once not a story iv grown out of him now i got 3 dolls left and sold the rest on Ebay
when i was littel i had an ET cuddly and after seeing the film i belevied that the goverment wanted my ET doll so i hid him under the bed when i was at school
when i was a kid i was told if i cut off barbies lovly hair she would come to life and cut off my long hair whilst i slept so no haircuts for barbie or any of my dolls
my mom thought that the card game "spit" actually involved spitting, as in saliva, and she strictly forbid us from playing it because she thought it was a mean or negative game in some way.
When I was around 5 I had the Teddy Rupskin doll that would read your stories. I used to think he was real and he came to visit me everyday to tell me stories. I would talk to him and say, "Hello Teddy! Thank you for coming to visit me today!" And when he was done I'd tell him goodbye and hug him.
I used to think my stuffed toys had feelings and I let them share the covers!!!
When I was young, I had a stuffed donkey that I thought was alive. So much so, that I performed heart surgery and gave him a little plastic heart.
I still have that donkey.
Until I was probably in kindergarten, I believed that if boys played with dolls or other 'girl toys', then they would become gay, but that if girls played with 'boy toys', they would actually turn into boys. As a girl with friends who were almost all boys, I spent a lot of time playing with trucks and plastic weapons and that sort of thing, and I was positive that I was going to turn into a boy - I would diligently check every morning to see if I had grown a penis yet.
When I was small, I had many stuffed animals. Somehow I developed the belief that if I touched their eyes in any way, if I didn't apologize for it, they would give me bad dreams. I've grown out of this one since childhood ;)