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When I was little I used to think that everything had feelings. Even inadimate objects. Before I went to bed I would spend at least a half hour saying goodnight to every object in my room, my stuffed animals, my bed, my bookshelf, all of my little trinkets and toys. I was afraid that if i missed one they would feel left out and wouldn't like me anymore.
When I was younger, I used to believe that my toys and really all "inanimate objects" were all sentient. I would talk to anything in my room from time to time to let it know I appreciated it. I also strongly believed that, contrary to what everyone told me, things can, and do, just disappear on occasion, or get up and walk away of their own accord. Now that I'm older, of course, I know that it's true.
When I was younger I used to kiss whatever stuffed animal was on my bed goodnight, but then I started thinking about all the other stuffed animals I had...they didn't get goodnight kisses!! So I used to kiss my hand a billion times and then blow all the kisses all over my room so that all of my stuffed animals could have one, and that way they wouldn't feel bad!
I used to believe that my sister's dolls had a crush on me. So whenever I had to go in her room to vacuum or clean, I would always try not to make eye contact with them so they wouldn't think I liked them back
When I was a little girl, my parents would sometimes tape record my voice just for fun ... and probably also to preserve the sound of my little voice for when I got older, so that I could hear what it sounded like. :) Anyway, one day my mom and I were playing and she had me speak into the tape recorder just for fun. She played it back to me, and I was *so* confused ... I asked her who the little boy was inside the machine. I thought that there was actually someone inside there talking. She said, "That's you!" I didn't believe her. :)
I had this toy globe in my room when I was little and I believed that if you touched it your finger would like come out of the sky and smash everything whenever you touched. I remember walking in my room and my older brother was messing with the globe and i just started crying my eyes out.
i used to think my toys are alive! i always try to trik my toys by pretends to leave my room or pretends to go to sleep. But all fails
I used to believe my toys got up and walked about I all ways had to sleep with the door open because I though if I closed it the toys would eat me
When I was little, I had a favorite stuffed animal; a beluga whale. I also at the time thought all toilets led to the ocean, and when you flushed, your... whatever... then went to the ocean. I loved this stuffed animal so much that I thought he should be free to swim with his kind. I was heartbroken the day I realized I had to flush him so he could be with his family. My father, needless to say, was pretty disgusted when I had him pull the little white wale back out of the toilet. After many, many washings and many, many years, I still have that stuffed animal.
when I was in third grade I saw this show on TV about this boy that had a teddy bear and when he packed away when he was older it came alive and burned his house down as revenge. this was supposedly true, and me, being young and niave, thought that would happen to me. so I always gave all my stuff animals more pillows than i had at night, and never insulted them....hey I talked to them too!
when i was a little kid i used to think my toys were living and when i wasnt looking they would say mean things about me
One Christmas, a friend of my parents came over and brought small wrapped gifts for me and my brother. We immediately held them up to our ears.
The man said "Be careful- and soak those in water before you open them."
All the adults laughed. It was apparently a "bomb joke".
Well, in the middle of the night my brother woke me up, and we did just that. The next day, there were two stained, soggy stuffed animals under the tree.
I used to believe that when you left the room, your dolls and other toys would awake. They would dance around playfully and just be goofs. But some were evil. Me and my friend used to always try to catch her American Girl Dolls awake...once we left them on the floor and came back 10 minutes later and they were on the other side of the room...haha
When I was little I used to belive that those troll dolls could be sprouted from seeds. Remember those troll dolls? my dad planted them in the yard once I was gone and had buried the seeds so when I came back it looks as if they sprouted. We still have a videotape of him tricking me, what a jerk huh.
when i was young, i used to think that my doll and stuffed animals and sheets and pillows and the stuff on my dresser would get cold at night. so i decided that each one should get a chance to sleep under my blankets to get warm one night a week. that lead to crowded beds, and sometimes, i even slept on the floor. I believed that my pillow and sheets had the highest standards, so they could get two nights a week.
when i was little i used to believe that everytime i wasn't looking my teddy bears would come to life and start moving and talking.
When I was about 5, I got a Cabbage Patch Kids doll. She had red hair, and I once heard my mom refer to it as "Fire Red" hair. I made my cabbage patch sleep under the covers because I was worried that if her hair showed, it would catch the room on fire when I was asleep.
When i was smaller (though i havent grown much) i used to think when i left my room, all my toys would come alive and talk to each other and ply games. I even used to try to sneak in to catch them talking to each other. As youve probably guessed, i never suceeded.
i thought the world was controlled like a BIG BIG doll house. that a little girl was in control of EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. so when we went driving in the car i would constantly look out the window and try to get a look the top of our car (thinking there was going to be her hand). so one day i told my mom what i thought and she just laughed and said that i was right. thanks to her i still sometimes think it's true!
When I was growing up I use to think that if I put my Cabbage Patch dolls in my closet overnight, in the morning they would be real and then I could have a little sister.