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When I was little, I was very selfish, and when my stuff animals got so old, the stuffing would come out, I wouldn't let my mom throw them away because the poor kids who went through the garbage would get it!
I use to think that one of my china dolls would kill me
I used to believe when barbie kissed ken a kelly would come out
I used to think that when I wasn't looking all of my stuffed animals came to life. I also thought random things had feelings, such as an apple, and when I dropped mine in the park I would pick it up and throw it out at home so that it wasn't lonely.
I used to believe that my Ragedy Ann and Andy dolls would come to life like on the show. I once when I was litte put a note for Santa one Christmas for him to please make my dolls come to life. Well that obviously never happend. And that was when I believed in Santa too.
when i was little i had a collection of porcelain dolls that were all propped up around my room, i was convinced that they were possessed and had little video cameras behind their eyes. so everytime i got dressed or changed clothes, i would turn them around to face the wall--i didn't want them looking at me
ok when i was like 5 (im 10 now) i though that stuffed animals can talk to i was listing and i told my mom about it and she said she cant hear it and i said u have to liten hard and it was funny as hell i still have a pic
when i was little i thought that stuffed animals were really alive so i would be terrified of them, like if they fell i'd give them a million kisses and hug them and say " i'm so sorry!!" and i'd always be scared to do n e hting like change infront of them
I used to believe that giant barbies controlled us like we controlled little barbies
when i was little i read this book on electronics and little people were doing everything inside it to help the kids understand it better i believed there was little people in stuff for about a year until i saw the inside of a toy.
One night, when I was about five, I thought all of my brother's stuffed animals where sick and it was up to me to cure them. So I took them all of them,(there were about five),and covered each one, head to toe, with vasaline!(you know, that gooey clear medicine stuff) My brother wasnt to happy to walk in on me telling his vasaline covered stuffed animals that they would be alright.
when i was little i used to belive that barbies could have babies!!!!!
That the peewee herman doll that my dad got for christmas was posessed. One day when I went in the room alone it was sitting in the closet starting at me and I thought I heard it talking as if the batteries were going dead. I slowly put a pillow case over it and took it outside and threw it in the dumpster.
I used to believe that all my toys were alive, but only when i touched them.
and whenever i touched them they could read my mind!
I was always carefull to think good thoughts, hug them all alot, and slept with them ALL everynight.
i truly believed that my stuffed monkey was plotting to jump on me while i was sleeping, so i was always staring at it, and yelling at it that it was stupid and it didnt know how to plot murders! i truly truly thot the only reason why he never murdered me yet was because he just sucked at plotting murders lol!
I'm not sure why, but I was also TERRIFIED of my older brothers stuffed monkey. for no reason whatsoever...
Still, those monkeys scare me still, and I always prefer not to look at them.. (my brother keeps it in his room still)
and i still have that monkey as a decoration on the top top of my bookshelf.
When I was five, I had a dream about my Barbie haing a devil face, knife, & it was devouring me(EWWW)! When I turned twelve & got a Barbie from my Granny, I screamed,"Get that evil, demented thing away from me!!!", & went to hide in the corner of the park by the slide. When she found me and asked me what was wrong I told her everything. She told me the truth & it was solved, but from 5 to 12 I was cautious about having any toys because I thiught they would murder me in the night & feast on my flesh((DOUBLE EWWWW)), I tried to pass the time reading & tried to cover up me toylessness with about 20 pictures & posters.
I used to think that my Barbies were just actresses who would do anything a kid wanted, and they really liked it when I would make one kiss another one.
I used to believe that when I went to sleep, my Barbie dolls would make out and plot to kill me.
I used to belive that barbies were really small elfs and they had sex at night. And then thats why every morning Ken had a big smile and his pants were down.
But then i found out that it was my little brother who was gay and wanted to see it.
I used to believe that my dolls' hair grew just like everyone else's hair. My mom was really mad when I gave one of my dolls a haircut. I figured out why when the hair never grew back!