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When I was young, our school seemed to have a large electricity safety program. There were videos of children being electrocuted after going to fetch a ball from a power area, and we even had a live demonstration one day of a hot dog getting cooked on an electric wire, just like our little fingers would.
Needless to say, when I saw a commercial for Nintendo, with bolts of energy shooting from the console and the slogan, "Now you're playing with power," I was certain that it was a public service announcement to warn me against the dangers of the NES.
Once when I was 5 this boy brought googly eye glasses to class. I asked him if I could wear them but he told me "No, they are really really hot" and the only reason he could wear them was cause he was older and could handle the heat. For the longest time I believed him cause I only saw older kids waering them. I was impressed by how pain-tolerant they all were.
When I was younger, I would often hump my stuffed animals, but thought I had to keep my clothes on when I did it or I would get pregnant!
I wonder what a half human, half teddy bear would look like. =)
as a child, my parents wouldn't allow me to play with toy guns because they told me they "didn't believe in guns". i took that to mean they did not believe guns exhisted, like when one says one doesn't believe in ghosts. i thought them very silly.
As a little girl i was a huge barbie fan, and i used to believe that if i treated them well enough (especially my fav one) that they would come to life and i would have my very own barbie best friend.
As a small kid, I believed that we were given two weeks off from school at Christmas just so we could play with the new toys Santa brought us. I remember feeling sorry for my teenage sisters because because all they got were clothes and jewely. How could you have any fun with stuff like that for two whole weeks?
My family and I lived in an apartment complex when I was young; One year I got a small electric organ for Christmas and played it faithfully every single day. When I proudly told our next door neighbor what I got for Christmas, she simply replied with "I know..." It took me years to figure out how on earth my neighbor could have possibly known I'd received that organ for Christmas.
When I was 3 years old, I really used to believe that if I played with dolls after the sun went down, they would danced on my forehead when I was asleep...
(my grandmother used to tell me this when I didn't put my "dolls away").
When I was a child, I somehow picked up the peice of information that ragedy ann and andy's hearts were made of candy.
I remember cutting ragedy ann's chest open and trying to extract her candy heart.
I never found it and I believe my parents were very put upon that I had knifed one of my stuffed animals.
I was 4 or so at the time.
When I was five we moved to Texas and my Dad put up a swingset in the back yard. It was up but the legs didn't have the stakes on them to keep it in the ground. I was scared to death when my Dad asked me to give it a try. I was convinced that I would fly into space and would never be heard from again.
When I was like five, Iwent to bed everynight with a stuffed animal. And every morning, sure enough, it would end up on the floor. I didn't know how to explain it so... I believed that a mean three foot tall rabbit would hop through my second story window, pick up my "buddy" and throw it on the floor. It would laugh evily as it walked on out my door. Needless to say, the nights I would wake up with the stuffed animal still clutched in my arms were my favorite, no visit from the evil bunny.
When I was little, I thought you were allowed to have only one toy in any given category at any time. So, when I was given a new doll for Christmas when I was five years old, I thought this meant I could no longer have my old one.
So I set my old doll on the floor and jumped up and down on its head, so it would be destroyed and I could start fresh with my new doll.
I can remember feeling terribly that I "had" to destroy the old one. But somwhere I got the notion that this was necessary.
Years later, I found out that the old doll I had destroyed had belonged to my mom when she was a child. Boy, did I feel awful.
When I was 5 or so, I used to believe that if I broke my crayons in half I'd have twice as many crayons. The fact that they were shorter was no deterrent; I had small hands anyway.
I used to think that the Malibu Barbie would get a tan when you put her in the sun. I was really disappointed when I saw she was already brown when you bought her.
I clearly remember believing as a small child that if I tried hard enough, I could squeze into my little toy jet and fly around the room. Sadly, it never did work.
I used to believe that colors had gender and I would spend immense amounts of time playing with my box of 64 crayons sorting them by gender or playing with them as I would dolls. Reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges were girls. Blues, greens, purples, black, browns, and grays were boys. I had trouble placing colors like yellow-green which seemed to be part male and part female or colors like lilac which was definitley a type of purple (boy) but a very girly shade of purple. I never did figure out what category white fit in.
When I was younger, my mum told me that if I did anything bad (like stay up late) my toy giraffe Ned would tell her. So every night I threw about three sheets over his head.
Now I realise I was so wrong, I should have threw him in the fire, then he couldn't see!!
I was a great one for giving feelings and emotions to imanimate objects, and I still do!! You know those little rubber finger puppet things with big eyes and wiggly arms? Me and my sister would sit for ages in shops picking out all the ones with one arm, or some other disfigurement, because we thought nobody else would want them and we felt so sorry for them! We kept them in egg cartons and I ended up with over 200 "Wigglies" as we called them! To this day I well up at abandoned cars, unwanted toys at jumble sales, bald/crooked Christmas trees, and anything like that!!
I used to, as many people, believe that their stuffed toys were alive. In order to make them all feel equally loved, I had to sleep with them all in the bed with me at the same time, and in order to further extend that none would feel left out, i would have to rotate them round so that each one had a turn up top getting hugged and each one had to sleep down at the bottom as well. Needless to say I had very little room in my bed. I still attribute feelings to my stuffed toys and still have as many (even tho I am 34) but I only sleep with one (a very ragged looking Flat Eric)in my bed with me and my husband (much to his relief!!).
I used to think that all puzzles had frames in which to put the pieces. The first puzzle I ever recieved that didn't have one made me very angry, because I thought that the person who gave it to me had somehow picked out a defective puzzle and was refusing to admit it.