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When I was little, I used to play with play dough a lot. And I used to think that everything around me was made of play dough; my other toys, my bed, my dog, my mom and dad, etc. I thought that if I used the "right" colours to create a living creature, then they would become alive. For example, if I use green to make a frog then the frog would become a living frog.
my barbies were evil and wanted to kill me
i never stayed in a room alone with them
to this day i am terrified of their evil staring eyes
When i was little and i saw skateboarders on tv, i always wondered how they would kick the board into the air. So one of my friends told me they had magnetic skating shoes and i asked my parents for a pair.
I used to believe my stuffed animals could read my thoughts, and that by turning them a certain way, I can mask my thoughts
My sister (who was an adult) told me (when I was a kid) that there was a new game called Execution, and it was like the Life game. You got caught doing a crime, got captured by police, went to court, and went to prision, Sometimes you got the death penalty. It was invented by criminals who wanted to teach kids a lesson.
I used to think that 'non toxic' was a color. I always did wander why is was written on every crayon.
When i was little i used to belive that barbies hair would grow back just like mine did. I was forever getting in trouble for cutting my barbies hair.
I told mum not that long ago ... she said if she had known i wouldnt have been in trouble. Wish i knew that then
When i was younger i had a HUGE red teddy.. being afraid of the dark i used to go to sleep with the door ajar, giving just enough light for me to see that beast of a bear....
I swear his eyes followed me round the room.
For years my mother wondered why the teddy was facing the wall in the morning, it wasnt till i was 20 (or so) that she found out the reason.
Dont have the bear these days.. but thinking back, it still creeps me out and im 25
when i was little i believed that if i didn't sleep with ALL of my stuffed animals(i had quite a few) then those i didn't sleep with would feel jealous and try to kill me in my sleep. but the ones i did have would protect me. as a result, i usually ended up with stuffed animals everywhere, and those i didn't have room for i put in my closet and tied a string around the handles, so they wouldn't get out.
I used to beleive that all of my toys were alive and that they would get mad at me if i didn't pay attention to them. So, every night i would say goodnight and tell them i loved them all, then I would blow about a hundred kisses so each toy could have one. Finally I would ask them to share the kisses if someone didnt get one, and if the were lonely to hug the toy next to them.
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