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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!
I used to believe that my toys had feelings and I didn't want to make them feel bad by playing with some more than others. So, I was always careful to spend equal time playing with the toys I didn't like to make sure none of them felt bad or thought I didn't like them.
When i was 5 i had a best friend lived next door she was 4. She had a much older sister, she was like 15. Well her sister was really mean,and abnoxious. So one day she decided to kill her sister's favorite ken doll. Her sister used to believe that they were real people and was devestated, because his head was ripped off and couldn't be fixed. So we buried him and had a fuernal with all the other dolls. We even wore black. She marked his grave and everything.
I used to think that if I didn't rotate my stuffed animals then they would get mad at me for not paying attention to some of them and kill me. So I had to sleep every night covered by my stuffed animals and switch which animal I cuddled at night every night from the animals at the top of the bed and then when I finished with those switch all the animals from the foot of the bed with the top and repeat the process. As I grew there soon wasn't enough room for me so I put most of my stuffed animals into a bag and gave them to my dad to put into the garage and I would come down and apologize to them once a week. I wouldn't have them in my room though because they would kill me.
I used to believe that whenever I left my room all my toys came to life and had a party, and whenever they heard somebody approaching, they all jumped back to their places. I was so desperate to catch them in the act, it resulted in several days of me creeping down the hallway trying not to make any noise, in order to catch my stuffed animals partying!
When my sister was about 5 years old she thought that Ceefax was a perfectly acceptable name for a teddy bear. I don't know what happened to Ceefax but he had that name for many years.
When I was little, I asked my older brother where all my matchbox model cars disappeared to. He told me that they ended up in a big glass jar on our roof, and I spent days standing in the back garden gazing longingly upwards