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I used to have one of those hand-held kiddie radios, which was a cassette player. Anyway, my favorite was the cassette of Sesame Street songs, which my mom always put into the radio and let me listen to. I not only used to believe that Big Bird lived in the tape player, but he could listen to me as well. So whenever the tape ended, I always screamed, "PLAY MORE!" and hoped that Big Bird would give an encore performance. (He never did.)
When i was young, my friends told me that dolls's hair were made from dead people's hair.
I was scared for a while...
I used to believe that my stuffed animals were alive and that if I payed to much attention to any particular one the others would get really mad and destroy it. To get around this I would line them up in my room and read to them all aloud, however, I would always forget and end up reading in my head, so, to keep myself from feeling too bad about this I somehow managed to convince myself that after I read them a few pages aloud we developed a telepathic link and they could hear the rest of the book through that link.
When I was a child, I would occasionally visit my Aunt's house. She had a life-sized porcelain doll in a glass case inside her living room. It was holding a basket. I thought that in the basket there were knives and axes, and everytime I looked away she would move. I also thought that at night she silently broke out of the case and tried to kill me and my cousins. I have always hated dolls. Now I know that dolls cannot come to life. I still despise them. I am 17.
When I was little I hated dolls! They scared me like crazy! Of course, I was much to proud to admit it. So, my parents,grandparents,aunts and uncles, never saw a problem in buying me dolls....lots of dolls! I had at least 20! I use to think they were staring at me, moving when I didn't look. Or they were planning to hurt me.
So, I tried to hide the dolls random places, hoping they'd go away. I hid some under my parents bed, some i hid in my sisters closet. Onetime i took a bunch of them with me to my grandparents house and hid them there.
But all this did, was make my family buy me MORE dolls!
Let's just say, it took me much longer to sleep then it normally should.
As a kid I once thought that I could fashion myself a smashing pair of earrings by sticking some small ball-bearings from a little pinball toy in my ear. I had to go to 2 hospitals to get them syringed out.
I used to think that barbies were real, I would leave them in the room and close the door and then come running back hoping to catch them talking.
I used to believe that barbies were real people and an artist would use wax and other stuff to make the barbie look like the real person
I used to believe that if I dropped my stuffed animals off my bed at night, they would get angry and seek revenge. I also thought that my dolls would come to life and hurt me if I mistreated them, so I used to hide my Barbie dolls in a box in my closet at night.
When I was four or five and was allowed to play in the front yard. I began finding 100's of marbles(I'm sure it just seemed like 100's at the time) buried throughout the front yard, so for the next two or three years I believed that marbles came from the ground which were than found by a marble search team that worked for the retail stores that sold them.
There were nights where I used to come home so exhausted where I'd just throw everything off my bed which included all my stuffed animals. After reazlized what I used to do as tired as I was I would pick myself up and gently hold them to my heart and apoligize as if they were real kissing them goodnight and placing the covers over them making sure they were as comfortable as me. I even remeber there being so many on my bed sometimes I wouldn't get a great nights sleep. I even seem to do it till this day like a weirdo. And I'm 20.. just don't ask.
I used to belive that barbie and ken couldn't make babies cuz they both had "baginas". lol then I realized that they were only dolls and it didn't matter.
When i was little I had ALOT of beanie babies and I thought they all had feelings so every night i either took turns with which one i would sleep with or they would get angry. I had a certain order (from the ones i liked most to the ones i didnt like) that i would sleep with them in. I never told them that i liked some more than others because i thought the ones i dont like would get mad and attack me. yes i was a dork.
When I was little, I thought if you cried on stuff(pillows, toys, etc.), it would come to life. I spent some time making myself cry, and getting the tears to fall on things.
i used to believe that when i was asleep a lion would come out of my toy cupbourd and would jump around downstairs and then other animals would appear aswell. it gave me nightmares.
My best friend told me that she had a Ken doll that could actually move and talk, and that it was always trying to have sex with her Barbie doll (who was apparently normal and couldn't move.) I desperatly tried to convince my parents to buy one so I could see them have sex.
I believed that the characters in my coloring books were frozen solid until I colored them, and I would pretend that they were begging me to unfreeze them first. Like Barbie would call out to me--"My arm is stuck! I can't move it! Hurry up and color it so it can be alive!" And then I'd color her and her friends would all call out, "Me too! Me too!!"
I had one of those treasure trolls when I was growing up. The ones that you rub the jewel on their belly button and make a wish. All of my friends used to make wishes on them all the time, but I knew they weren't too smart. If they used up all of their wishes, when they REALLY needed something, their troll wouldn't be able to help them!!!
Like many others, I believed that my stuffed animals had personalities, and that they socialized with each other when I wasn't around. I was even married to one of them (at age 5!).
I once lost a toy bunny at the park, and after an intense search failed to discover him, I held a memorial service for him, with all my other stuffies as attendants. It was very moving.
Another time, my stuffed cow wanted to become a real, live cow (don't ask why!), so I performed a ritual to transfer her spirit, and shut the 'body' away at the bottom of the closet, because the transer wouldn't take if I (or any of the other stuffies) spoke to her ever again. I hope Clover had a pleasant, fulfilling life. : )
When my sister was young, she got a little toy oven for Christmas. She tore off the wrapping paper and just stared at the box for awhile. On the rather nondescript box, there was a turkey inside an oven. After a moment, she gasped. "A TURKEY!" she yelled.
She was so happy, too.