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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.
For Christmas when I was 8, my grandma got me a doll. A few months later, I accidently ripped the leg off. I got scared of it, and threw it under a corner of my bed. From then on, I beleived that she was out to get me. I would jump onto my bed so that I wouldn't have to walk next to her. I also learned how to run up the stairs 2 at a time because i thought that she was chasing me and could get me on the stairs.
I still go up the stairs 2 at a time.LOL
My mom got sick of putting the tails back in my "My Little Ponies" so when I asked her for the tenth time that day to fix it, (they were always getting pulled out when I brushed them) she told me that every time you pulled the tail out it grew a little more and that if it got too long they would get caught around their necks while they slept and possibly strangle them. My ponies had messy tails after that. Looking back it seems evil to tell your child that, but NOW being a Mom to 4 kids I can understand why she said it!
When I was little, I thought toys would come to life because I saw a part of the movie Chuckie. I thought they were out to get me. So every night I would say good night to each one and make sure they all liked me. I was the nicest to this talking mother goose doll I had, I was convinced that was the first after me. I even did this at sleep overs and my friends still bring it up to me today.
I was only little when the movie ET was released and my mum thinkin that i would love it brought be an ET doll ........... i was petrified of the thing, it sat on a shelf in my room ( As far away from me as possible!) and stare at me and i could swear i could see that little red mark on his chest glow, i made mum turn it around every night before i went to bed or i couldn't sleep...... eventually mum caved and got rid of it , even to this day ET still gives me the creeps...........funny though i can't ever remember watchin the movie.........
when I was little I thought that all my toys were out to get me.
when i was little, i loved to cut barbies hair, but i always thought that it would grow back, but it never did... :-(
i watched toys story. After the movie i used to believe that toys come alive when your not looking...i always tried to catch them in their act...it took time for me to realize that it wasnt true after all those years..=)
if i didn't colour in pictures in a colouring book quick enough, they'd suffocate and die. Many creepy clowns gave their lives back then. haha!
I believed that the cards in a pack of cards had personalities according to their rank. My brother and I would play some kind of make-believe game with them and he always made me be the 2 of clubs because it was so lowly and ugly, and he was all the other cards. I had to be servile to him.
It's so unfair looking back.