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Call this obsessive compulsive disorder if you will, but I used to think that if you twisted the arm/head/whatever of a toy all the way around, you'd have to twist it back the same number of times, back to how it was before, or else that toy would be in silent agony.
My grandparents had a deck of cards for playing pinochle...somehow I imagined that pinochle must be some kind of cross between Pinocchio and pumpernickel.
When I was younger, my Dad would tell me as we walked through a store that if I didn't pet a stuffed animal, it would get its feelings hurt, so I'd have to touch every stuffed animal I saw. I still have to do this, and I'm 19 and in university. Also, if someone says that the stuffed animal is ugly, it makes me cry. This happened less than a year ago when I was shopping with my roommates. And I always had to get the stuffed animal that I thought no one else would want, the one that was a little injured, because I didn't want it to feel like no one loved it. I still don't know what happens to them when no one buys them. It really makes me sad, writing this now, to think of unwanted stuffed animals. Thanks Dad, for dementing me!
I used to believe when I was a child as long as you don´t let the toys sleep in your bed (because it is warm there), they will die till the morning
When I was about 4 or 5 and Jumanji was popular, there was a Jumanji believed it possessed the same powers as the game in the movie, since it was exactly the same. Although the movie and the game's powers in the movie were very scary, I thought it would be cool to own a magical object, so I wanted to buy it, but my parents didn't want to. I got over that quickly, though.
i used to believe that my stuffed animals had feeling and i used to put on shows for them. i would dance and stuff and make them dance with each other. then my brother would come in and throw them against the wall and stuff and i would start crying my eyes out saying "don't hurt them!!!!".:)
I used to believe that my stuffed animals were real and they had to be quiet and not move when my parents were around, but I knew better. I promised that whenever anyone else was around I wouldn't speak about them being real. I guess you could say they were my imaginary friends.
When I was about 8 or 9, there was a My-Size Barbie doll that came with a butterfly costume. I thought that if you wore the costume you would turn into a butterfly. I was disappointed when I found out the costume wouldn't fit me.
I used to believe that porcelain dolls were real and would try to kill me in my sleep. I was so scared, I would break my mom's dolls (I know, I was bad) or hide them. I'd have awful dreams about them trying to kill me. I collect them now. Haha!
I used to see those commercials on TV for "Family Barbies" and barbie was holding a little kid. I was a very curious little girl, and had looked under barbie's skirt before, only to find that she was always wearing underwear. When i saw one of those commercials on TV for family barbie, i said to my mom, "But mom, barbie doesn't got a buhgina!" My mom laughed really hard and didn't tell me for years.
I firmly believed that when you left your room your dolls would come to life.I always tried to take care of them because i believed they had feelings and would be sad if you were mean to them.I also belived that they were extrememly smart and didnt talk for a very good reason that was uncomprehendable to humans.
Remember the commercial about the game Twister that had that song that said, "Twister...the hot spot!"? Well I believed that some of the spots on the Twister mat were hot and that others would give you a slight electric shock. I was rather disappointed when I played Twister for the first time and the spots didn't do anything special! =)
When we were little, both me and my older sister had these blue stuffed-animal dinosaurs, and we used them as our own personal dream-catchers. We believed that they would eat any nightmares that came in so that they wouldn't go into our heads and become bad dreams, and with them around, we would only have nice dreams at night. I always made sure to bring mine everywhere I slept (like when visiting relatives), else I would have bad dreams.
when i was little, i use to play with barbies, and i thought that i had to play with all of them or the ones left out would be jealous and sad. so i always had families that were made up of 50 barbies. it was never easy playing with that many though.
i used to call stuffed animals "stuffed up animals" because that was what my mom called them, and i didnt see the difference then, although now, it sounds like animals that have a cold.
When the Furby toys came out, my friend told me that they came over every night from a magic rainbow, with briefcases and little detective coats on. I stayed up late three nights in a row to try and see if he would walk away...but i think Natalie was lying to me...i think.
when i was like 5 i used to think that barbies lived in some little people town far away and people would trap them and put then into boxes so whenever i saw one i wanted buy so it could live with all my other ones and i would always get the car and house and clothes so she could live a happy life....i was a very stupid child
I wanted my first bike so badly when I was little that I believed if I went out to the garden and asked God, there would be one under my bed when I went back indoors
I used to think that when I wasn't looking, my stuffed animals would talk about me behind my back, or have parties, but when I looked at them they returned to the exact same position they were in before.
In battery powered toys, I used to think that when the power had run out, the batteries actually used to disappear altogether. It actually turned out to be my older sister who used to take the batteries from my toys to use in her remote controls for TVs and Stereos.