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When I was about 4 years old my dad made me watch the Child's Play movie. Before I went to bed EVERY night, I would kiss avery last one of them good night and tell them they were my favorite so they wouldn't come and kill me in my sleep.
When I was littler I used to think that my barbie dolls were alive and that they had parties and they were like toy story people and that the army guys shot the other dolls and they somehow recovered.
When I was a little kid my brother told me if you could swing all the way around on the swing set you would turn inside out.
i used to have numerous amounts of teddies at the end of my bed. At night i would give each and every one a kiss because i didn't want any of them to feel left out or that any of them were my favourite
I believed that an evil version of Mickey Mouse lived under my bed, and when i was asleep my good version of Mickey Mouse would have wars against the evil one. One day i found my good Mickey had been kicked out of bed and lying face down on the floor! this was it for me, the evil Mickey had won and i had to sleep on the couch for the next few weeks in terror that i was next! Or until i was certain that the other toys in my room had won the battle.
when I was five I saw toy story and was convinced that my toys were alive so I'd talk to them and one time I left a video camera in my room while my family and I were gone and hope I'd catch them on tape but when they didn't move I thought it was because they knew I left a camera I believed this untill 2nd grade
When my Mom taught me to play the card game "War", she told me the higher card wins. So I thought that meant the person who put their card higher up on the table was the winner. It made me mad that she kept taking all the cards, when it was clear mine were "higher".
I used to believe my stuffed animals would be sad, lonely and cold if they didn't get to sleep next to me. I'd rotate them every night so that they all had a turn to be warm and would not be the ones to fall out of bed. Even the ones I didn't like very much would get a turn.
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.