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When I was small, I used to believe that my stuffed animals would have hurt feelings if I didn't tuck them into bed with me. I had a dozen or so . . . tried to set up a rotating schedule. It didn't work because CLEARLY Blue Bunny was on the verge of tears. Cleo too. . . and Grandpa Monkey. Uncle Monkey didn't look very happy either. Ended up tucking them all into bed and Mum found me curled up on my bed-side mat.
When I was a kid there were these action figures for some show (I think maybe X-men) that on the back of each box had a little profile for the character they depicted that included their real name. However one of them for the real name just said "Unknown" and being a little kid I thought their name was actually "Unknown!" which I thought was a really weird name and also wondered why they didn't have any last name..
When I was younger (5-7), I used to believe that Barbie Dolls actually experienced life the way I experience life, but I controlled it. Similarly, I believed I was a Barbie Doll and some giant controlled the way I experienced life.
my toys could and did come alive while i was sleeping, i used to pretend to be asleep, then sit bolt upright to try and catch them out. it never worked....its like they knew i was pretending!
i swear my teddy bear is alive. i used tobe afraid of it and still am. because it said to not be afraid and it was my gaurdian.
When I was very young I used to always find marbles in the dirt of our garden. Because of this, for a very long time, I truly believed that marbles grew in the ground.
When I was little my parents had to take away my toys, because there was lice all over them - I didn't know that then - and they made up that they were having a vacation at the beach having a great time. They even told me that it might be a permanent vacation. I was convinced that I would never see them again.
When i was little i used to think that the ball pits in playgrounds had water in them, and that i would drown if i went in. It wasn't until i was too big for them that i learned otherwise.
I used to think that my stuffed animals got angry if I gave some more attention than others. every night before bed, I would kiss them each goodnight and plead for them not to attack me in my sleep.
When I was little I use to believe that we were like barbie dolls and people played with us and made us walk and eat
I used to believe that my stuffed animals should be rotated every night for which one would sleep with me or else the stuffed animals would get jealous if I slept with only one and would kill it.
One year, when I was like 7, I got a Super Nintendo for Christmas, but I didn't get it til Dec. 26 for whatever reason. After that, I was convinced that Santa was real and I used to believe that he could hear my thoughts. So one day I couldn't get my batteries into my Gameboy the right way so I left it on the kitchen table and walked away for a little while, sending mental messages to Santa to come help me, expecting to go back in there and find my Gameboy with the batteries and working.
I use to believe that if I cut off my dolls' hair, it would grow back. I also use to believe that my toy animals came to life when i left the house so I use to tape them down.
When I was little, I always believed that my stuffed animals were alive. They would talk to each other and play together, but only when no one else was in the room. I spent a lot of nights sleeping on the couch in the living room so they could have some fun together.
Also, whenever I dropped them I'd apologize for hurting them and kiss their boo-boos. I'd talk to them to, even though (I thought) they weren't aloud to talk back.
Some kids played with dolls, some kids played with action figures; I played with balloons. Whenever I'd get a balloon, I would name it "Mr. Balloony" and carry it around and talk to it like most kids would to a stuffed animal. Upon reflection, this may explain why to this day I have a fear of balloons popping.
I used to believe that everyone on earth was just really dolls for giants to play with.
I used to believe that every time I got out of bed at night, my toys would be alive and they would find me awake and try to come and eat my toes and fingers.
I believed that my toys were alive, so I would explain to them before birthdays and Christmas that new toys would be coming to my room but I still loved all of them equally.
I used to believe that if I didn't introduce my new Barbies to the old owns, they wouldnt get along. So every Christmas, I would set all the Barbies out and introduce them to each other.
i thought cannibals were the same thing as cannonballs. i remember my mother being very surprised when i told her i wanted a pirate ship with cannibals for christmas!