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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!
I have a stuffed cat named Sassy, and I've had her since I was four. One time when I was about six, I was at a friend's house and we were playing with Sassy and my friend's bear, Beary. We pretended they got brain amputation, and colored with red marker all over their heads. Then we cut off all their fur there. When his mom scolded us for ruining our stuffed animals, my friend replied nonchalantly, "Don't worry Mom, it will grow back." I believed it would for months and was mystified when Sassy remained clear-cut for over a year. Finally at age nine I realized that stuffed animals aren't alive, and they can't grow more hair if you cut it off.
I also cut another friend's Barbie's hair, and made her believe it would grow back like those Barbies in the commercials that have "growing" hair. She got really mad when she found out that her Barbies were terminally bald.
I am 11 right now, but when I was about 8 I really wanted my stuffed unicorn named Markie to come to life, so I asked Santa. Santa said markie wanted to stay a stuffed animal so I was sad.
I use to believe that if I let the batteries die in a remote control car and leak and the car wouldnt work that it would eventually explode, so I hid it at the bottom of the toybox under as many toys as possible and didn't touch it waiting for it to explode.
I used to believe my dolls came to life when I wasn't looking. I would always try to sneak up on them to catch them moving around.
When I was a child, 5-7 age, I HAD to turn all the heads around on my dolls,at night, as I thought they 'watched' me as I slept.
They actually frightened me, and I had no scary movies to varify that.
Never was crazy about dolls
When I was about 8 years old I used to collect He-Man figures. I had a ton of them. One day Skeletor's (the anti-hero) legs came off. So in order to be fair I decided to rip the legs off of all the other He-Man figures. On a subsequent visit to Toys-R-Us I begged my Dad to buy this figure I didn't have yet. After much pleading he eventually acquiesced and bought it. As soon as we got home I went up to my room, took him out of the package, and proceded to rip his legs off. My Dad looked on in astonishment. "That toy is brand new. What are you doing?", he exclaimed. I responed quite earnestly, "All my other He-man toys have no legs, it wouldn't be fair if he did."