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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.
When she was little, my friend had a "My Size Barbie" (life-size barbie doll) and she kept it in her bedroom. Her grandpa used to sneak into her room at night and change the position the doll was standing in. My friend would wake up and freak out because she thought the doll was alive.
I used to think that my stuffed animals were all alive and they would come alive when all people left the room(like in Toy Story) I thought that they had feelings, too. Whenever I got sent to my room for misbehaving, I got really angry and threw all my stuff around the room, including my animals. Later, I thought that they would get angry with me and eat me while I was asleep so I picked each of them up one by one gave them a big hug and a big kiss and said, "I love you! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you I was just so angry! please forgive me!" And I would always try to treat them all the same and not give more attention to one of them because I thought that the rest would get jealous and attack me in my sleep.
i used to belive that my stuffed animals were real and could talk to me......... i would sit there 4 hours talking to them my friends thought i cracked
I used to believe that stuffed animals got cold. During the winter, I would layer blankets on them to keep them warm. I never understood why they were still cold the next morning.
after i saw toy story i used to believe that toys really were alive and i used to walk out the room then burst in hoping to catch them talking
i had a love hate relationship with my doll, sarah. i couldn't sleep if i didn't have her in bed with me, mainly because i always had the sneaking suspicion that a witch had stolen her(or would, if i didn't hold her tight) and made her come to life so she could stab me with scissors. i still have the doll and i don't sleep with her anymore but everytime i see her i wonder if maybe i should. i hate having scissors in my room at night as well, just incase.
I used to believe, when I was a little girl, that my Teddy bears were alive and at night they moved.
But in the morning they resumed their place.
when I was little, I used to bilieve my tolls were alive and I always looked at the keyholl
when i was ten, a neighbor told me that all cabbage patch dolls had a word written on one of their feet. these words would say things like "cancer" or "death". then, if you bought one of the ones that said something on their foot, it would happen to you! i believed this until i was 13, when i actually had the guts to pick one up and look at its foot..
i used to have a stuffed bunny that i got for easter one year. i always so my mom putting carrots down the garbage disposal in the sink, so i figured it was a bunny hole. one day, i decided that my bunny would want to go in her 'bunny hole' to eat some of the carrots that were stocked up for her. i put her down the disposal, and decided it was too dark in there. then, i flipped on a switch so that she could see better, but it ended up being the switch to turn on the disposal! well, lets just say i dont like bunnies anymore...
my friend once asked her mum for a vibrator when she was about 11. her mum just looked at her shocked, and so my friend thought she didnt know what one was so described it further. turns out-the thing that she was describing was one of those stuffed toys that have a cord which you pull to make it vibrate! embarrassing mix up.
When I was little, I thought I knew everything about dinosaurs. My parents tried to get me lots of educational books about them, and my uncle, a biologist, knew enough paleontologists to give me spare bones from digs every Christmas, but once my grandparents got me this generic, "dinosaur," action figure. I kept trying to classify it. They played along, insisting it was a Tyrannosaurus Rex because it had sharp teeth, and I countered that it had too many fingers on its front legs for that. This went on for some time with no logical conclusion. I had no conception that a company might make a "dinosaur," that didn't represent an actual species, and thought that the maker of the toy had discovered a new dinosaur and refused to share their evidence with the greater scientific commuinity. I think it eventually turned out to be a representation of Godzilla. I was between 6 and 10 at this time.
Toys come to life
This one was actually my friend's. About 2 years ago, when my friend was 13, he got silly putty stuck in his hair. He stuck the silly putty in his hair 'cause he thought it would leave and imprint.
I used to think that my toys in my room would come alive when I went somewhere. They would have fun until one of them heard the car coming up the driveway then they would all get back to where theywere.
Sometimes I still think that...
I once got a gray stuffed bunny for easter one year, and I used to bring it to bed with me and my other stuffed animals. I used to think that it used to be a real live bunny, but it died and got stuffed and now it could only talk to me