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I used to believe that if I didnt say goodnight to all my toys in my room something bad would happen to me in the night. It would take forever to go to bed sometimes!
I used to believe my stuffed aninimals were paralyzed by my presence so I would hide in the closet and then pop out suddenly hoping to catch them moving.
i use to think that my brother was really flushing my stuffed animals down the toilet when really he was putting them in the bathtub (no water) and just flushing the toilet over and over again haha!
my brother was a asshole!
i used to believe that stuffed animals had feelings. i had my one special stuffed animal "baby" that i always slept with but i also had many more, like 50 or so. i felt bad for the other stuffed animals so i put them all on my bed. it got so crowded that i couldnt even sleep so i let the stuffed animals sleep on the bed and i slept on the floor.
i believed there were little men in my etch a sketch that did the drawing
I used to believe that dolls were alive and can talk to each other when you were not in the room.
My sister and I had plastic play food and food, and we believed that if we sat around and repeadetly patted the food, it would get smaller, and smaller, and smaller. My mother must have been bewildered as to why her kids were sitting around hitting plastic pizzas.
I used to beleive that all my stuffed animals had not only feelings , but also families somewhere out there. I would never get rid of my stuffed animals because I was afraid they would be angry or sad . Also I made up a birthday for each of them and got them presents . It was quite pathic , but it also makes for something that my family can taunt me endlessly about.
when i was about 4 I got a fairy Barbie doll. On the commercial for it on TV they said it would make all your wishes come true. So, i made a wish and when it didn't come true, i ran up to my mom and told her that the Barbie didn't work. I don't think I ever played with that doll again.
I spent every night and day with my My Buddy doll from the time I got him at age 4 until I was 10. After seeing The Velvetine Rabbit whe I was 5, I was convinced that My Buddy was real, and that he came alive when I wasn't looking. I would set booby traps and scotch tape on the doors when we left the house just to test, but when the traps would still be in place I deduced that Buddy was much cleverer than that! I knew I had a real pro on my hands. When I was about 7 I cut his hair, and days later when I noticed little hairs hanging down against his bare neck I was certain I had discovered his hair growing back in! It took 2 years of maturing before I could be convinced otherwise.
When my daughter was young, whenever we visited my sister she loved playing with all my nephew's 'boys' toys. She was always asking to play with 'The Misters with the Uniforms' - Could it be Action Man, dressing up games?
No it was 'The Masters of the Universe' models!
One day for Easter my parents gave me a toy rabbit, which they hid in a cupboard. When I found the toy, my mother threw her voice and made the rabbit speak to me. For years after, I spent hours trying to get the rabbit to speak again - I thought my toys could talk but chose not to when I was awake.
Up until I was about 12 or 13 I thought the saying to a thumb war was "1 2 3 4 Idy Clara Thumb War" instead of "1 2 3 4 I declare a thumb war" I thought it was the brand name of thumb wars or the person that invented them until my little sister told me the real words.
When I was younger I used to alternate the dolls I took to bed with me, fearing that if I chose the same one every night that the others would get jealous and kill me in my sleep.
If I got lazy and didn't feel like choosing another, I would kiss them all individually and console them with a long pep talk before climbing into bed.
Imagine my horror when Toy Story came out and I realised that I was right.
When I was 5 I KNEW that the Care Bears lived in the clouds and was devastated when my much more 'mature' cousin, Nigel, told me that when there was a storm or it rained, all the Care Bears fell out of the clouds to their death. It still hurts to think about it.
I never like to get rid of old toys because I thought I would hurt their feelings.
i used to believe that my stuffed animals had their own secret life. i thought that they slept during the day when everyone was awake but at night after everyone went to sleep they would wake up and throw a party.
As a child I believed that some of my crayons felt neglected and desperately wanted to be used when I was colouring. I always felt particularly sorry for poor old brown, who didn't get much use, and tried to use brown even when I didn't want to.
I also felt sorry for brown Smarties and tried not to eat them last.
I think I saw one too many killer doll movies because before I went to bed I used to talk to all my stuffed animals for a little while and then say goodnight to them. I had to make sure I gave them no reason to want to attack me in my sleep.
when I was little my dad built me a sandbox in the backyard...and I would play in it but I dug too deep once and I swear to god something grabbed my hand. I was freaking out and my dad came to pull me out and I told him what happened and just to prove to me there was nothing there he dug out ALL the sand...it was hiding from him I said, so he lined the sandbox with a large sheet of aluminum so the sand monster wouldn't get me again and put the sand back in. I fucking hated that sandbox!