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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.
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.