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Unlike most kids, I used to *hate* Pokemon. Because the creatures were strange looking, I belived that it was really an alien toy introduced to brainwash earthling kids.
When I was little I had a stuffed lion and one time I took it on a trip and I threw up on him on that trip and I thought it was weird that he was smile so thought he liked it but I told him: no, I am not going to throw up on you again. Since he was smiling I thought he wanted to stay home so since that day (I still have him) he stays in my room.
When i was young i used to have a lamb teddy that i took everywhere with me and i would never let my mum take it off me it used to smell so bad and it was sooooo dirty but everytime she tried to take it off my i would scream like mad. so when i went to sleep at my grans house my mum didnt put my toy lamb in the bag so i didnt get to sleep all night and when i went home in the morning the first thing i did was go and look for him.
after about 10 mins looking for him i ran to my mum who was in the garden and to my horror i saw baa lamb hanging on the washing line an i thought that my mum had killed him.
i used to think that when i went away from home on holiday, all my toys would start crying and be really sad because they would be wondering 'where's mummy gone?'. So when we went to malaysia and canda i brought my whole collection of toys (i think i had about 20-30 combined with my sister) How silly!!
I had these little stones, they were plastic toys, and I was 12. I had just bought them, and I pulled one out of my pocket and put it back it to look at it. Later, I noticed it was missing. I was certain that they somehow granted wishes, even though I knew that was a silly idea. I later ralized that I had put it in a different pocket.
When I Was 6 Years Of Age,I Used To Visit My Grandmother's House And She Had A Bunch Of Stuffed Miss Piggy Dolls And Teddies In Her Room. I Believed That When I Left The Room, The Stuffed Animals Would Come Alive And Talk To Eachother. So, I Would Leave For A Few Seconds And Burst Open The Door To Try To Catch Them In The Act.
my favorite toy was this really nice floppy realistic looking dog named mutsy (it came with that lame name). i had to sleep with it everynite or i thought it would get mad. and when i left for school i had to put it on my bed just right or i thought it would get mad and hate me. i was terrified of it. i still kinda am when i visit my parents and see it in the closet...
you know those ball pits at chucky cheese or whatever? like a pit filled with plastic balls? when i was younger, i guess i put my foot to the bottom and felt something sharp there, and i told my aunt and she said that the bottom was filled with crabs. so everytime after that when i would get in one of those pits i would "wade" frantically. it was more of a challenge then fun. dont touch the crabs!!!
When I was little, my parents bought a new refrigerator that was delivered to our house in a big box. AFter taking the refrigerator out, my dad laid the box on its side and cut 'windows' into the sides of the box so my younger sister and I could use it as a playhouse. We loved it! A few months later, my parents told us they were going to buy a new car. For several weeks my sister and I did nothing but talk about how much fun we would have with the even bigger new car box! We were heartbroken to discover the day the new car came home that new cars did NOT come in huge boxes!
I owned one of those old Polly Pockets (the ones that were tiny playsets with a little theme and little figurines inside) and it was the hair salon one. It came with those little hair-drying bonnets/hats that are attached to chairs. As a result of watching many cartoons,I thought that they were the type of hats that the mad scientists always used to switch peoples minds and make them think/act like animals. So I always would do that to my male figurine(from another Polly Pocket Playset of course)since his head fit in there best.
i used to believe that my pikachu doll was real and i used to talk to it and i still do and its my best freind and i would not trade it for any other pokemon in the world............and whoever laughs at me is just a jerk
i used to believe that pokemon were real and i have a pikachu doll and i still think its real and i talk to it ..............................its still my best friend and i would not trade it for any other pokemon in the world.......I KNOW YOU THNK IM CRAZY!!!!!!!!!
when i was younger my mum bought me a teddy clown that had a tear drop coming from its eye and i always thought it was freaky and it was kept on a shelf opposite my bed. one night my parents let me watch poltergeist and the clown was just like mine. after watching this i got my clown by the head and smashed it repeatedly face first into my bed posts to make sure it was dead.
I used to believe that if you made the wrong move in chess, the chess board blew up. I think, perhaps, this came from watching a show on Playhouse 90 where this happened.
My aunt made me beleive as a child that my cabbage patch dolls would come alive. She told me that if I did not take care of them like real people that they would kill me in the middle of the night. So every night before I went to bed, I would gently tuck my two cabbage patch dolls in, pillow and all in hopes i would be alive again the next day.
I used to think that when I left the house, all my dolls and stuffed animals would come alive and then would go back to pretending they were just toys when I got back. So every time I left the house I'd try and catch them moving around and talking. I never could catch them.
As a child, I was afraid to play Twister without my shoes on. Because of their slogan "The hot spot" I thought I would get burned if I touched the wrong circle.
I thought /everything/ was alive.
I must have seemed like a nut saying, "Sorry." To doors I had slammed or crying over a poor lonely old toy who'd been lost under the bed for a week.
when i was little i used to believe that my sisters porcelin dolls were going to come alive and crawl up my bed posts to come an attempt to kill me, the same applies to clowns and cute fluffy bunny rabbits. I've been paranoid since!
After seeing "A Toy Story" I believed toys were alive when we left the room. I watched what I said around them and never through a toy. I still get creeped out when a toy is faced towards me.