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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 ;)
okay .. so i thought that the pussy cat dolls were pussy cats in doll form. and i thought they became lions and snuck into peoples' houses and while they were sleeping they went: RAWR!
I used to believe when I was child that soft toys were human.
when I was young, I used to believe that like in toy story the toys lived and there was a big dinosaur in my parents room so i was afraid to go in
i used to believe that when i fell asleep or went out of my room my barbie's would move and talk to each other...like they had their own world. And i also used to believe that we were barbie's that heaven could play with.
When I was little I watched the Exorcist. It scared me so bad that I didn't finish watching it. The next year my older brother told me that my Molly the Dolly was the girl from it. After that I put her in the closet for a few days. Then I thought "What if that makes her mad?" & did everything I could to make her happy for about 6 months.
I'm 14 now & just finished watching it last night. Now I feel slightly dumb. I just told him & the rest of the family how traumatized I was.
When I was in the 2nd grade, I slept over my schoolmate's house one night. Well, I had brought my dolly over, and as we laid on the bed, she said, "I hope you are not going to sleep with your dolly."
I asked why, and she said, "Because she could turn alive, get a knife from the kitchen and kill you."
As a result, I had a hard time to sleep with my dollies at night after that.
Somebody submitted something similar, but I always believed my stuffed animals were alive and I would make sure to give them all equal attention so that they don't think I love one more than the other. If I stepped on one by accident, I would apologize and hug it. I still think this way and I apologize to my stuffed animals...
I apologized to other inanimate objects too, like in grammar school there were coat racks to hang up our coats and backpacks and sometimes I would accidentally knock someone else's backpack down and I would apologize to the backpack. I still do this sometimes too...I just feel like everything has life and can feel.
When I was 6 I had a yellow stuffed dog named Toby. Well, he was more of a dog-bear mixed breed, kind of like the piano playing dog on the Muppet Show. Anyway, I thought that if I put a leash on him and dragged him around, people would believe he was real! I was always amazed at how at easily adults could be fooled. People would always stop and pet him, and call him "a well-behaved dog." This went on for about two years until the bandages would no longer hold his poor paws together. Poor Toby, he had a grand funeral.
I thought Santa was going to be sent to jail for stealing gifts from Toys R Us.
I used to believe (and still do to a point) that my stuffed animals were alive in a way; that they had feelings. If I were to roll over on the teddybear that I slept with, I would apologize to it....and I gave all my stuffed animals pats on the heads and make sure they weren't mad at me (for fear that they would hurt or kill me while I was sleeping). I would also talk to my teddybear at night; he kept all my secrets. The dolls in my room freaked me out too--I imagined I could just see them moving out of the corner of my eye, and they would stare at me constantly. There was also something under my bed that if I did not leap onto my bed it would grab my ankle and drag me under the bed. I was a very imaginative and paranoid child....and still am to a point.