toys

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

I used to talk with my teddy bear and I really thought he answered me.

Joy

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....

Isabella

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…

jaxx

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.

Anon

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!

Alan, Sheffield

from the little toaster movie, i thought all my toys and house hold objects were alive. i was about five. i never felt lonley.

dessy

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.

EJ