toys

when i was a kid, back in the 80's, i had this doll called patty play pal and she woudl talk and i used to believe she was chuckies girlfriend. i accidently saw the movie thanks to my older brothers and since that day patty play pal lived deep in the closet somewhere.

jacs

I used to believe if the roundabout went too fast it would fly up into the air and I would be killed when it landed. I never went on when any big kids were pushing it.

Anon

i used to believe that my stuffed animals had walked around my room in the night when i was asleep because i woke up to find them lying on the floor next to my bed.

laura

As a child I had a My Buddy doll. My mom loves horror movies, and she was watching Child's Play (Don't remember which one though) and I was being a pest as usual. She told me that my My Buddy doll looked like Chucky. Needless to say it ended up in the hallway that night and my door was shut!

Ravengoddess

I used to believe that when a bubble popped, it would go to bubble heaven.

Anon

There used to be a contest on the back of the Sunday Comics every week for kids - you would color the pic and send it in...they advertised the prizes, i.e. 50 barbie dolls, 30 tops, 25 toy cars, etc.

And I always was amazed and in awe that if I won I would win that many prizes and why did they send one person so many of the same thing! Unfortunately I never did win but it was many years before I figured that the numbers were the TOTAL of the various prizes they awarded! DUH!

Linda

I learned about Mardi Gras in French class when I was like nine or ten...a big age for taking everything too literally for me. When I learned what the classic bead colors meant (purple=justice, green=faith, and gold=power), I thought that if you got beads of that color, that was the trait you inherited from the beads by some magical thing. Because of this I would always go on a wild goose chase every school Mardi Gras celebration for gold beads, but purple worked just fine too...if I couldn't have power I might as well have justice, but I could care less about faith, so everyone could keep their green beads. In fourth grade my French teacher gave out purple Mardi Gras beads..she had a gold, but it was her only gold so she couldn't give it out. I got REALLY upset, but I decided to be satisfied with justice. I ordered a big bag of Mardi Gras beads of every color off Oriental Trading soon after that, so I was finally happy 'cause I had all three now.

Now I'm sixteen and I still believe in the colors and their traits and that the bead color determines your own traits, still through some magical thing, and I got gold beads in school today and I like held on to them like a lifeline for that "power" trait for the whole day, but I'm not as obsessive over it as I was when I was ten, as I was willing to give the elusive power beads to a friend who didn't get any beads at the end of the day.

The end. Happy Mardi Gras, I Used To Believe!

Galadriel Moon Silk (yay, new name!)

I used to believe every single one of my toys was a living breathing person. Made of solid freaking plastic :) I found out I was wrong when I tried to talk to one....and it just sat..there..staring through my soul like a deer in the headlights.

H. Bee Scrufftown

Growing up I distinctly remember a new report on ABC about Cabbage Patch Kid dolls. The report showed them them on the assembly line and the reporter was talking about them having a name and birth certificate. I was mortified after that report because I thought that they made the Cabbage Patch kids from real babies and couldn't figure out how they turned them into plastic or why someone would kill a baby to make a doll.

Allen

I once left my toy Woody in my room and hid behind the door when I was 6, and waited 20 minutes for him to come alive. When he didn't, I cried

NegroTed

I believed that all of my stuffed animals had real feelings and could learn whatever I taught them in "school".

Melanie

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.

Brian

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.

Braden