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When I was little, (6 years old) i had an insane fear of swallowing things that aren't meant to be swallowed. On many occasions I would run, bawling, to my mom to tell her that i had swallowed my bouncy ball. whenever i lost something, i was convinced that i had put it in my mouth and accidentally swallowed it.
But one time, all of my friends had little keychains with virtual pets called GigaPets. I had one too, and it was a dog. We were forbidden to bring them to school, but I snuck mine into my backpack. i lost it during lunch, but during the rest of the day i kept hearing faint barking noises and I was convinced I had swallowed my GigaPet. I went up to my teacher, crying, and told her that I had swallowed my GigaPet. She asked the class, and it turns out that someone had snuck theirs into school.
I had one of those bouncy balls with the handle on it that you sat on and bounced around...I used to believe that was the way I would ALWAYS get around, forever....no more walking for me. Gee, I miss that bouncy ball!
When I was like 4 or 5, I used to believe that the barbies I played with had barbies smaller than them and those barbies had barbies smaller than them and that when I went to sleep, I big giant would come and use me as a barbie so every night i would try to catch the giant.:-)
I used to think that all of my stuffed animals had their own private lives, and yet they managed to find time to be with me. I was very afraid to offend even one of them, so I had to sleep with every single one each night. I thought that if one of them became angry, it might harm me. I had quite a few stuffed animals, and managed to achieve this by making a little nest out of all my animals, and sleeping in the middle of them. I have now aquired a small collection of stuffies over the course of a relationship, and they all have to sleep on my bed with me. I'm 27! You'd think I would have gotten over that irrational fear. Now, I think it is just habit rather than terror that keeps them near me.
When I was little my mom said when you left your room all your dolls would get up and talk to eachother. So I would stand flat up against the wall outside my room so the dolls couldnt see me and then jump back in my room trying to catch them talking, I was always so amazed they could jump back into their spots without me catching them.
My mom bought me a whole collection of trolls of the internet. My friend came over one day and she said that if you rub thier belly and then kiss it and make a wish it would come true. So i tried it and i asked for 20 bucks but i never got it. :(
My parents couldn't afford to get me a real cabbage patch kid, so I had a knock-off, with someone else's signature on the butt. I also had a space heater in my room for cold nights. For some reason, one evening just before bed, my mother decided it was important to tell me that some bad men had been using fake cabbage patch kid dolls to smuggle explosives into the country, and I should keep my doll away from the heater at all costs or it would explode and burn the house down. I hid the heater in the closet and threw my precious doll out the window.
I used to believe that my stuffed animals had magickal protecting powers, and that if I didn't surround myself with my stuffed animals at night, that these evil people that looked like the people from the band Wicked Sister would break through my walls and try to hurt me. (I didn't believe in death...) It was my stuffed animals' 'magick powers' that saved me.
(I have NO idea how I got the idea that Wicked Sister lived in my walls... I was quite a weird child...)
I also thought that if I only slept with my favorite animals, and never with the other ones, that they ones that were left out would get sad and angry, and would use their 'powers' to hurt me. (Again, I didn't believe in death, so I didn't worry about that.)
I used to believe that my toy animals were alive
this one is actually about my lil brother (bless him) when he was about three my nan took him and my little cousin sophie shopping and bought them a 101 dalmation teddy each when the two kids got out of the shop they started arguing about who got which teddy(the teddies were identical)my nan gave my brother his one saying "there's your poxy dog". Later on when my mum asked him what he had named his teddy he said Poxy as he thought that was its name
When I was a little kid my mom told me the garbage man's job was to come get the toys of oall the kids who had been bad. I used to cry when the garbage man came down my street. I was convinced that he was going to come get my toys becuase of something I did that day. Finally one day sick of my hysterical bawling my mother told me the truth. I was VERY bad from then on.
When I was little, I thought that if you called the manufatcturer on the back of the toy package that you could find out facts about your favorite toys and they would be able to answer all the questions of the world like: What happened to the fantastic four?
when i was 9 years old and younger, i had a collection of barbies, after seeing the movie "chuckie" i was terribly scared. i'd imagine my barbies in the nude having a wild party while i was sleeping and when i'd wake up, i'd see them, and they would attack me. so i had a younger cousin who adorred dolls so i gave them to her. now i'm not AS scared but i'm still afraid of the dark. i'm 12 years old now.=)
i usedto believe that when i was asleep my cabbage patch kid doll would come over to my bed and watch me. then she would try to kill me.
As a child I had many stuffed animals and one of my favorites was an armadillo that was relatively realistic but I had never seen a live one, only pictures. One day when I was very young I left my armadillo out on bed and when I came back to my room from lunch it was standing in the middle of the floor. I'm convinced now that someone moved it but for so long that Armadillo was my favorite because it was alive as long as you weren't watching it. I was sure to tell all my friends. =)
I remember hanging my littler brother's stuffed bunny to the monkey bars by its ears and, to the horror of my little brother, threw rocks at it. My little brother told my mom about it, and she said that i would be lucky if 'mr. bunny' didn't become animated when i was asleep and tell all of his friends to get revenge on me. I would lock my door and sleep with my toy dart gun 'just in case.'
Once when I was 5 or 6 I used to think a doll in my room was evil.It had these big black eyes that used to terrify me.It didn't help that the doll was straight in front of my face,so when I woke up in the morning the first thing I saw were those big black eyes.I also was scared of the plug in the bath because it made a terrible noise as the water drained away.I was a freak then.
When I was young I believed that if you lost a toy in the snow that it would melt and be gone forever when the snow melted.
When I was little I used to think that all my toys were alive, and that if I didn't treat them nicly or cuddle them enough, they would attack me in my sleep. Thanks alot Toy Story!
I used to lay naked Cabbage Patch Kids around my house as a four and five-year-old. My brothers once collected them all, piled them up on the couch and took a picture. They said there were about thirty or so of them, all naked. I think I liked their belly-buttons or something, but I can't always understand the things I did as a child, so who knows why I had naked dolls lying around.
I also used to think one of my dolls was alive. It was a tiny little thing, probably not bigger than an adult's hand, but I was just positive it was alive. I would talk to it and stuff, I would "feed" it, and have it "talk" to me about its life. I thought it had come to this earth from outer-space and needed me to be its adopted mommy.