My friends and I were playing with walkie-talkies on the roof of his shed and we were sure we had contacted Korea, because we interrupted a signal of someone else speaking an asian language. We were afraid we would start a war, so we went inside and watched tv instead.
I used to put my teddy's in a bin liner at night so that if there was a fire i could just throw then out the window to save them.
i was raised christian. when i asked my parents why i had to be christin, they responded by telling me that jesus was coming back to earth "any day now", and taking all of us christians with him to heaven. I was terrified. i didn't want to go to heaven with jesus if that meant leaving all my toys behind. i would carry around as many toys as i could at a time, sometimes strapping them to my legs with belts. if jesus returned to take me to heaven i could at least bring my toys with me.
I firmly believed my stuffed animals were alive. I would often burst into my bedroom, trying to catch them in the act of talking or moving. Some of them even got haircuts - being alive, the hair would grow back. Probably the weirdest result of my imagination was that I didn't give my toys names - they already had their own names, I just didn't know them because they never spoke when I was around.
When I saw ads for toys that said "batteries not included" I thought it meant that the toy didn't need batteries to work. When I asked my parents for a toy I would ad "batteries not included" as a selling point, becuase then they wouldn't have to buy batteries.
I used to always look for clouds that were big enough to hid Care Bears -- I believed in them for a long time.
What can I say, I was a child of the 80s.
My eldest brother told me that when you started a jigsaw, first you had to do the outside. This stopped an army of 2d creatures called the Nth men from escaping, then you killed them by doing the centre. If you failed to complete the jigsaw, those that survived would get you in the night in revenge for their fallen comrades.
I don't think I seriously believed this myself, but I had to wonder why my brother liked doing jigsaws if he thought they were so dangerous.
I used to believe that colors had gender and I would spend immense amounts of time playing with my box of 64 crayons sorting them by gender or playing with them as I would dolls. Reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges were girls. Blues, greens, purples, black, browns, and grays were boys. I had trouble placing colors like yellow-green which seemed to be part male and part female or colors like lilac which was definitley a type of purple (boy) but a very girly shade of purple. I never did figure out what category white fit in.
My family and I lived in an apartment complex when I was young; One year I got a small electric organ for Christmas and played it faithfully every single day. When I proudly told our next door neighbor what I got for Christmas, she simply replied with "I know..." It took me years to figure out how on earth my neighbor could have possibly known I'd received that organ for Christmas.
Once when I was 5 this boy brought googly eye glasses to class. I asked him if I could wear them but he told me "No, they are really really hot" and the only reason he could wear them was cause he was older and could handle the heat. For the longest time I believed him cause I only saw older kids waering them. I was impressed by how pain-tolerant they all were.
When I was young, our school seemed to have a large electricity safety program. There were videos of children being electrocuted after going to fetch a ball from a power area, and we even had a live demonstration one day of a hot dog getting cooked on an electric wire, just like our little fingers would.
Needless to say, when I saw a commercial for Nintendo, with bolts of energy shooting from the console and the slogan, "Now you're playing with power," I was certain that it was a public service announcement to warn me against the dangers of the NES.
When I was 5, I got a toy pirate ship for christmas complete with various little plastic pirates. My older brother told me that the man who stood in the crow's nest on top of the mast was called the "nudity man". I took my pirate ship to school and told everyone what I learned for show-and-tell.
I had this toy globe in my room when I was little and I believed that if you touched it your finger would like come out of the sky and smash everything whenever you touched. I remember walking in my room and my older brother was messing with the globe and i just started crying my eyes out.
When I was really little I thought Barbie's name was Barfie and I would argue with my parents about it for hours...I loved playing with "Barfie"
When I was young, I had this REALLY mean babysitter with a son and daughter who were equally as evil. Her daughter (I called her Sissy) led me up to her room where she had a huge basket of plastic food toys. Thinking they were real, I bit into a plastic hamburger. My two front teeth fell out and I had to wear dentures until they grew back.
That was four years later, when I was eight.
I used to believe that stuffed animals were real and that it was a big secret among them and they didn't trust me enough with their secret. I would sit on my bed and line them all up and tell them that I was very hurt that they couldn't trust me and I knew their secret. They couldn't hide it from me. I would also pretend to sleep to catch them in the act but somehow they always knew...
I didn't know there were poor kids in America. When my old bike was given to charity I thought it would be shipped to Africa and eaten.
When I was 5 I KNEW that the Care Bears lived in the clouds and was devastated when my much more 'mature' cousin, Nigel, told me that when there was a storm or it rained, all the Care Bears fell out of the clouds to their death. It still hurts to think about it.
i used to believe that stuffed animals had feelings. i had my one special stuffed animal "baby" that i always slept with but i also had many more, like 50 or so. i felt bad for the other stuffed animals so i put them all on my bed. it got so crowded that i couldnt even sleep so i let the stuffed animals sleep on the bed and i slept on the floor.
Like many others, I believed that my stuffed animals had personalities, and that they socialized with each other when I wasn't around. I was even married to one of them (at age 5!).
I once lost a toy bunny at the park, and after an intense search failed to discover him, I held a memorial service for him, with all my other stuffies as attendants. It was very moving.
Another time, my stuffed cow wanted to become a real, live cow (don't ask why!), so I performed a ritual to transfer her spirit, and shut the 'body' away at the bottom of the closet, because the transer wouldn't take if I (or any of the other stuffies) spoke to her ever again. I hope Clover had a pleasant, fulfilling life. : )