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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."
Not really a belief, maybe it is. When I was little I used to pee underneath my slide in the backyard, because I thought that if i went inside, my outdoor toys (slide, swings, sandbox, etc.) would vanish.
My best friend convinced me when I was five that we could drive to Christmas in a toy firetruck. This was a very exciting concept.
I used to believe my stuffed animals had feelings and would cry whenever they accidently got sat on or my sisters would torment them
When I was little, my sister and aunt and I were spending the night with my great grandmother. When we went to bed, she told us not to sleep with plastic dolls because the devil would get inside of them and kill us while we were sleeping. In fact, she said that is what happened to her sister.
So, my sister and I would never play with Barbies or other such dolls. We would take turns putting them in the closet at night. Then we would become scared that we had hurt their feelings and they would come after us anyway, so we would apologize to them and carefully line them up in the hallway.
My mom never understood why we wouldn't play with the dolls, but she found them lined up outside of our door in the morning. Actually, to this day, I won't let my 2 year old daughter sleep with plastic dolls. Even though I know it isn't true, I still find it creepy.
When I was about 6 or 7 I had one of those dolls that if you lift its arm, its hair grew. Well from that doll, I convinced myself that if I cut my pound purries whiskers that they would grow back, because the hair did on that doll. I cut its whiskers, and when I was done reality hit. I was devestated...I couldn't believe what I did to my pound purrie. I even told the stuffed cat that her whiskers would grow back...it took a lot of convincing of the cat to cut her whiskers in the first place.
I used to think that maxi pads were Barbie beds, all of my barbie's slept on nice big cushiony beds. When my big sisters would run out of them they would send me to the corner pharmacy to get them some "Barbie beds"
when i was little i used to believe that if i didn't kiss all my stuffed animals each night before i went to bed that they would get mad and kill me during the night. there were about 100 of them just next to my bed and my bedtime used to take forever because i had to kiss each one.
when i was youger i used to believe that teddies protected you from evil things and that if you didnt treat them good they wouldnt protect you
I used to believe that ET could come and kill you at night--but only if you had all of your stuffed animals in a big group. I always had to have mine in a big long single file line--that way, ET couldn't hide among them.
i used to believe that my barbie doll`s hair would grow back if i cut it.. so i did try cutting it but it never grew back.. XD
I was a little girl and my Mom told me she was going to buy me a "jumper". I was so excited because I thought she meant like a "Pogo Stick". I couldn't wait til she got home and when she did, the only "jumper" she had for me was a dress! Can we say "DISAPPOINTING"????
When I was about 9 years old, I won a 6 foot tall yellow rabbit in a drawing. I propped it up in my room and, perhaps misled by it's life-sizeness, convinced myself that if he didn't eat, he would die.
I remember sneaking some of my mom's cherry cobbler in my room one night and trying to feed the rabbit. He didn't eat it, but I still have a vivid memory of his yellow and white face with red cherry juice on his felt tongue and whiskers.
I used to believe that all of the favorite toys and clothes I lost ended up caught in a Lost Things Loft, and that all I had to do was find that loft and I'd find all my old toys. I even had vivid dreams about that loft, full up to the knees with old loved toys. I'd wake up and try to draw a map before I "forgot" where the loft was so I could find it later that day.
When I was a kid, I used to sleep with my Dapper Dan doll. Then one Christmas, I was given a teddy bear and believed that I could not sleep with both. So I sat my Dapper Dan down and explained to him very compassionately that he could no longer sleep in my bed, but that it was okay because I had set him up with his very own apartment on the headboard complete with his own tv, toys and refridgerator and that he could come visit at any time.