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I had a dream once that I was one of my dolls...and I could taste whatever food I saw. So I started to believe that my dolls and stuffed animals could do the same. I would put a little bit of food in front of their eyes and then up to their mouth so they could taste it.
I used to believe that when you leave a toy out by it self. It wil have little party with other toys.
WHEN I WAS ABOUT 4 OR 5 ,I WAS READING THE LABEL OF MY TEDDY BEAR AND USE TO SEE;MAD IN JAPAN SO FOR ME ALL THE JAPANESE WAS MAD AND WE SHOULD NEVER GO THERE CAUSE WE'LL GET MAD.BUT IT WAS MADE IN JAPAN THE E WAS GONE.THANK GOT I KNOW NOW
i was a big GI Joe fan in the 80s, when i saw Sgt Slaughter in a wrestling show, i thought GI Joe and cobra were real(i was only 8)
i used to believe that if i didnt spend equal amounts of time with each stuffed animal then one would get jealous and kill me in my sleep.
When I was little I was always afraid that our house would be on fire, and that my toys would burn inside the house. So for a period I had all my toys in boxes by the door so that if the house started burning I could just grab them on my way out. This never happened, however, so after some time I put the toys back into my room.
My little cousins believe that if you let go of a helium balloon and it floated up into the sky, it would go to BalloonLand and be able to sing, talk, and dance. It would also become a star in the sky.
I use to beleive that if I played with one toy more than the other, that the toy least played with would be sad.
When I was 5 or 6 i believed the Pilsbury Dough Boy was real. I asked my parents for one for Christmas. I was very disappointed to discover he wasn't real when I tried to poke him in his stomach and he didn't giggle.
i thought toys and stuff animals were alive but they just held there breath and didnt blink till you were gone then they would all start talking and i thought they had to go to some school so they could learn how to go the whole day without blinking or moving at all, so i would walk out of the room with all my stuff animals on my bed then I would sneak in and hope to see them all moving ....
i also used to be very careful not to drop them or roll over on them cuz i thought it would hurt/kill them!!!
When I was young I had a stuffed animal fox that a carried around everywhere. I honestly blieved that it turned into a real fox and went out at night and came back in the morning. I knew this as a fact, so I must of drempt seeing this, I don't remember. But I knew I had to keep in a secret and not tell anyone.
One day, on a family trip to arizonia, we were in an airport and my dad asked me to put in under the x-ray thing, thinking it would be fun to give my favorite toy an x-ray. After seeing him filled with cotton, I was horrified, but for a very odd reason: As a very smart child, I knew that foxes eat sheep. And everyone knew sheep grew cotton. My good little fox had gone out and killed and eaten a whole bunch of sheep and was now stuffed with cotton! (Yeah, I thought cotton came from sheep) For a while after I remember not liking to be around it as much because I thought it was a killer.
I was relieved to later find out cotton comes from plants.
When I was 5, I saw a puppet show at school - I had no idea that they were puppets though, and so I believed they were real and wanted one to do things for me.
In kindergarten I was afraid to take home the class teddy bear because I thought it was carrying all the germs from the other kids in my class who had taken it home, and that I would get chicken pox from it.
I used to believe "cleaning" ment to put your toys and clothes in the garbage can. Would avoid "cleaning" at all costs, but when I had to, I carefully stack the least wanted toys and clothes into the garbage can, "hiding" the stuff I didn't want "cleaned". Needless to say I threw away a lot of my toys and clothes.
I used to believe that little , tiny people used to live in my plastic ride-on horse (the one on springs). I had to be very careful while riding it because I didn't want to upset their furniture.
Ok, my brother had a Peewee Herman doll that he kept in his closet. Everytime I looked at the thing, its eyes followed mine everywhere I looked. Eventually, I thought that if I had looked at it for a long time, it would slowly get a knife or axe out, and kill me. I still hate dolls, now, and I'm 15 years old.
whenever i was younger, i had a large porcelin doll collection in my room. they were all set up on a dresser that was next to my bed. whenever i couldn't sleep at night, i would look at my porcelin dolls and i could swear their mouths were moving! i thought they were thinking of ways to kill me in my sleep, and after about a week of those damn dolls and their moving mouths, i packed up my dolls suddenly and took them to the attic, without even giving an explanation to my mom...
When she was little, my friend made a barbie doll explode by putting it in the microwave. She thought it would give the doll a tan.
I had a dream when I was like 5 that my barbies killed me by strangleing me so I gave my sister all my barbies the next... I didn't sleep in her room until she got rid of them and I still can't stand them!
When I was 6 I thought toys and dolls could talk so I said its ok I won't tell anyone then I got mad and shock it.