toys

When I was little I believed that my dolls, barbies and teddies were alive and I'd walk out my room, but look quickly round the door to see if they'd all woken up and were moving around... I'm afraid to say they never did :-(

Laura

I thought that my teddy bears and other stuffed animals were alive. When it was cold outside, they all had to be covered by the blanket in my bed or they might get sick or even freeze to death.

Anon

I used to believe that toys were actually alive, but whenever you were in the room they stopped moving and talking, much like in Toy Story. Needless to say that sometimes, I think I still hear movements in rooms without me in them...

PAT.riot

I used to believe in the childhood days that our dresses get shortened after certain period so we can wear it for dolls,without knowing that we used to grow.Later my cousin explained me the process :))

Anamica

When I was little my dad told me that my favourite doll went to sleep when I did, so if I didn't go to sleep she would get tired and grumpy and not want to play with me. For ages I pretended to be asleep as long as I could hoping that if I quickly opened my eyes I'd catch her with her eyes closed!

Karen from New Zealand

I use to believe that the fur on my teady bear grew! So I would give it a trim. Maybe I was just cutting it shorter each time?

Steve

I used to believe that my doll Kimberly was real and if I listened carefully, that I'd hear her speak!

Kristy

I used to believe that after I cut my stuffed animals hair that it really grew back!

Kristy

I used fantasize more than believe that taking my Girlsworld (makeup head)to bed was a substitute for James Bond, many along nights i spent kissing Roger Moore... I must be twisted a six year old kissing a 50+, isn't there a name for that???

Di

I used to believe that if I cut my dolls hair it would grow back just like mine did after a haircut.

diamond girl

I used to believe that if a doll projected shadow it was because the doll had live of its own

Zeta

if you put a broken toy in your dresser drawer and left it there for a really, really long tome (like a month) it would be fixed when you took it out,

feivel

I still hang onto the "toys have feelings" thing... and I'll be 24 in March. I know better now but... can't help it. Jessie's Song (She Used to Love Me) in Toy Story 2 must have darn near killed you. Well, I almost lost it, anyway.

Mandy

When I was three to six years old or so, I used to believe that my toys had feelings. When it was night time, I would stack as many toys in bed with me and cover them up so they would not get cold. At the store, I would pick the stuffed bear with one eye because I knew the other kids would not pick him and that he was sad because he was different. I didn't think they could move or talk, but I was scared it would hurt their feelings if mom threw them away. I also thought crayons had genders. Red, yellow, orange and pink were girls. Green, blue, purple, brown and black were boys. Go figure. (I also knew which letters of the alphabet were boys and which ones were girls.)

Bee