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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
I used to think that everything had feelings. like things like scooters, or chairs, or dolls and such. so i would make sure i sat in the chairs the same amont, and i wuld actually talk to my scooters. when i was like 10 or 11 My brother had a scooter, and I just got one for christmas, I talked to it. I said something like "So I will take care of you and If you are sick, or cold I will ride red" (my brothers scooter, i called mine blue, they were red and blue, i wasn't necessarily creative) I still haven't exactly gotten over that either, sometimes still i have my self thinking that something will feel bad if i don't use it soon. weird, right?
when i was about 9 or ten. i slept over my best friends house and she had this lil mermaid in a class jar on her dressser. so her mom told us that whenever we went into my bestfriends room the mermaid will be lookin at us and like followin us around in her room.so one day she put it away and then her mom told us it was jus a fake mermaid and jus wanted to frighten us.
when i was a 11 i slept over her house again because she sed her toyy doll was alive. so i went into her room wit her n set the doll about 6 feet in front of us n my bestfriend turned off the lights. then like 2 seconds later she turned them back on n the doll was like 3 feet in front of us.... it still kinda wonders me whyy and how a doll would move like that. so we then slept in the livin room down stairs.
After i seen toy story i belived that my toys actually spoke and stuff!
i also used to throw them of my bunbeds to see if they would change their expressions ... but then i grew up SADLY lloll
My parents tell me that when I was quite young, I would always express my desire to go to china one day. They always found that quite odd, because there seemed to be no apparent reason for me to want to go there. They eventually figured out that the reason I wanted to go there was because all of my toys said "Made in China" on it. I figured that China was just mounds and mounds of toys.
And then... I grew up...
I once saw an add for a doll and it said batteries not included, I told my mum about it and i told her it didn't need batteries...
When I was a little kid, I recieved a wizard furby. It terrified me, because I thought it was going to come alive and destroy the apartment, or stalk me for the rest of my life or something. One day, we were going out, so I put the furby in a shoebox and covered it up with some kind of cloth, then I put it in a closet and locked it.
I was seriously afraid of furbies.
When a was little I saw that show "Are you Afriad of the Dark" about a girl who stayed in her room too long and turned into a doll.
Until the 2nd grade I wouldent stay in my own bedroom for more than an hour.
The homewares shop IKEA used to have a play area. In this play area was a pen filled with plastic balls and you were supposed to run and jump and 'swim' in between them. I was so scared that when I went under and in between these balls that I would swallow the balls and choke. Hence....I never went in.
When I was just a kid in kindergarten...I used to belive god looked like one of the dolls I would play with in daycare! It was dumb!
i had a furrbe that was broken and woke me up in the middle of the night and was talking to me.
that thing was possesed
the worst part was, i didnt know what it was, so every night it would talk to me again.
i was too young to relly understand what it was saying. Now i am deathly afraid of thoes.....things