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When I was in daycare, one of the forms of entertainment consisted of a toy catalog and a small adding machine (like a typewriter but with only numbers). We would look through the catalog, finding things we wanted, and put the number into the machine.
I believed the numbers it printed on the paper actually represented the things in the catalog, so I typed in the number for some "scary" plastic bugs hundreds of times. Then I would use the strips of paper to scare girls.
Weird thing is - it worked.
I used to think that my stuffed animals were alive and I would talk to them but the weird thing was is that I actually thought they were talking back to me until I was about 7.
I used to talk with my teddy bear and I really thought he answered me.
my teddy is my family
when i look after and sleep next to my teddy i am going to have a good time and be closer to my mum and my dad. i am slowly increasing my teddy collection the more people i try to be close to. its rather OCD ish....
When I was little I use to sleep with a bunch of stuffed animals and every night, no matter how long it took, I would ritualistically hug and kiss everyone one of them. I was scared that if I didn’t share my love equally they would come alive and attack me at night. I blame the X-Files…
My older sister once told me that when she found out she was going to have a baby sister that I would be just like a doll she could play with for a while, and toss in a corner when she got bored of it.
My parents gave me a Linka model-making kit one Christmas when I was about seven or eight. It consisted of some brick wall-shaped moulds into which you poured some white liquid, which then set hard into bits of wall from which you made model houses. One of my friends helped me make it, and because it was white liquid, I thought he was making some milk! About 25 years later I've still got it, but I've never touched it since then and it's probably all set hard by now!
When I was very little, I imbued inanimate objects with personalities. When it was raining and the windshield wipers were on, I thought it was a mother and her child. The one on the left was the mother putting the child to bed. "You must go to bed!" and the child would jump back up saying "I won't go to bed!" over and over.
My parents had a pool table, and I believed that the balls were all married. The female balls were solid and the male balls were striped. The colors determined who was with whom.. the 2 ball (blue) was married to the 10 ball (blue stripe) and they all lived in their own pocket (some had to share). Of course, the 8 ball (black) and cue ball (white) were different, but also the only ones left, so they were married to each other, but the other balls didn't like them and picked on them. It made PERFECT sense and I'd spend hours sitting on the table, making them all interact and talk and fight. Fights were the best... one ball would smack another and it would go flying, sometimes into a pocket that belonged to another ball, and then there'd be a whole new fight over that.
from the little toaster movie, i thought all my toys and house hold objects were alive. i was about five. i never felt lonley.
I used to think that if I snapped my fingers at my stuffed animals, they would come to life; and then if I snapped again, they would become lifeless. So, when I was 12 and felt I was too old to play with stuffed toys (especially pretending/believing they were real), I snapped my fingers at them for the last time, and put them down for eternal rest.
when my cousin and me were little we were convinced that this teddy was moving towards us and that it was trying to get to us to eat us XD
Every time I walk out of the room my Pony in My Pockets move out of my little pony house. Is this just a fluke or are they alive? My house is only 1yr.
old!!! None of my other toys move just my ponies. I do not share a room. My siblings deny touching them. Those toys moved in my room while my whole family was dining!!
When I was nine, I was staying at a babysitter's house. My sister, who was about five, gave me these round things with holes that had little squares inside. She told me they were some of her toys that I could play with, and of course, I believed her. I was having a blast until the babysitter came in and caught me. It turns out that they were her mother's very beloved slide pictures. Oh boy, did I get in big trouble.
When I was a little girl, I used to believe that our toys were real. Me and my sister used to get out of bed at night and cover a lot of our stuffed animals in blankets when we had really cold weather. We would lay them down on their stomaches and even leave the nightlight on. We also used to believe that since Barbie was such a preppy girl, she had to live in the bathroom. The bathroom was where the water was and Barbie had to have her pool. The other stuffed animals had to live in the toybox because she thought they were beneath her.
I still believe that toys are alive. I'm a kid. I make towns and stuff for them, I feed them once every 2 months, I put them to bed every night, I write them mail, I chat to them, and I teach them how to do things. I give them jobs, too. My little brother sometimes helps. I felt very sorry for my brother's Galactic Hero Han Solo when my brother and I lost his friend, Galactic Hero Leia. I know that he is very depressed over his loss, and so I sent another toy to comfort him.
If you have human toys, take care of them like i do. If you have stuffed animals or plastic animals, treat them like pets.
i used to believe that animals and stuffed animals could talk but when people were near they wouldnt
I used to believe that my stuffed animals had feelings and felt bad when they were squashed or I ignored them. I only got over that a few months ago...
When I was 7 years old, I asked my dad for a toy at the K-Mart and he said, "Five dollars for that? That's too expensive." After that, I believed anything that costed 5 dollars or more costed too much.
To this day whenever my son asks for a toy, that memory gets stirred up.
When I was a kid I used to think my toys were alive (because of Toy Story) and I believed they had feelings so I always made sure to be extra gentle and nice to my toys and I hated shoving them away in closets or toy boxes cause I felt like they couldn't get air and they were being squished so most of my toys were always on my bed.
Actually I still kinda feel that way... lol