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When I was little, I used to believe that when I played at car's video games , the other cars were like that in real life, so when I had an accident, they had accidents in real life too.
I used to believe the Care Bears lived in the clouds above my house. My friend and I used to play on my swing set and we thought if we swung high enough, we could swing into the clouds and visit the Care Bears.
When I was little my dad told me that my favourite doll went to sleep when I did, so if I didn't go to sleep she would get tired and grumpy and not want to play with me. For ages I pretended to be asleep as long as I could hoping that if I quickly opened my eyes I'd catch her with her eyes closed!
When I was 5 or so, I used to believe that if I broke my crayons in half I'd have twice as many crayons. The fact that they were shorter was no deterrent; I had small hands anyway.
I used to believe that the notice "batteries not included" on a gadget or toy meant that it didn't need batteries - as if it ran on magic or something. I thought toys like that sounded great, and I was bothered that my parents never bought me one.
I used to believe that when I went to sleep, my Barbie dolls would make out and plot to kill me.
I believed that the cards in a pack of cards had personalities according to their rank. My brother and I would play some kind of make-believe game with them and he always made me be the 2 of clubs because it was so lowly and ugly, and he was all the other cards. I had to be servile to him.
It's so unfair looking back.
When I was little, I was deathly afraid of the Velveteen Rabbit for some reason. My grandma had gotten me one of those book-and-tape sets of the story for my birthday, and even though I loved it and listened to it all day long, by the time I went to bed I had completely changed my mind. I somehow became convinced that the book had some kind of magic power that would make my stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen Rabbit, and that the animals would be mean and try to "get" me while I was asleep. I cried for like twenty minutes while my mom tried to calm me down, but I would not be consoled until she promised to get rid of the book the next morning, because of course I would be safe as long as it wasn't in the house.
A few years later, my parents gave me a Velveteen Rabbit videotape for Easter, and by then I was okay with it. Guess maybe I just wasn't ready for it that first time!
Shortly after watching Toy Story I thought my new Bratz Doll blinked. So I had tthought suddenly she was going to kill me in my sleep. So, I tied her hands in a rope, put a cloth and tied it around her face, put a couch on her, and topped it off with a box and a VERY large on top. Haha doll, haha.
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.
I used to believe that all my stuffed animals would talk once I left the room. Since I didn't want to start an all out stuffed animal brawl, I would rotate them everyday around my bed so they wouldn't get jealous.
My grandma made matching rag dolls for my sisters and me, each with a different eye color so we could tell the dolls apart. My doll's eyes were a spooky-looking light green that kind of freaked me out. I wondered if my grandma was watching me through the doll's eyes - had she purposely given me the spooky-eyed one so she could spy on me? I told myself that this was nonsense; the eyes were embroidered on. But I still couldn't help imagining some kind of microscopic camera hidden in the thread.
When I was little, my mother gave me this new remote-controlled, hot pink, barbie-car. I thought it was so cool! Immediantly I went outside and tried it....
The batteries were put in and even before I pressed any of the buttons, it started to move on its own! I pressed the left and it went to the right! I shut it off and it kept on going! Quickly I threw the car into my closet and NEVER used it again...
...I thought it was possessed. rofl.
When I was little I used to believe that blue Lego bricks were stronger than others because my dad said that blue was a strong colour.
When I was little, I thought I knew everything about dinosaurs. My parents tried to get me lots of educational books about them, and my uncle, a biologist, knew enough paleontologists to give me spare bones from digs every Christmas, but once my grandparents got me this generic, "dinosaur," action figure. I kept trying to classify it. They played along, insisting it was a Tyrannosaurus Rex because it had sharp teeth, and I countered that it had too many fingers on its front legs for that. This went on for some time with no logical conclusion. I had no conception that a company might make a "dinosaur," that didn't represent an actual species, and thought that the maker of the toy had discovered a new dinosaur and refused to share their evidence with the greater scientific commuinity. I think it eventually turned out to be a representation of Godzilla. I was between 6 and 10 at this time.
i believed there were little men in my etch a sketch that did the drawing
When my sister was young, she got a little toy oven for Christmas. She tore off the wrapping paper and just stared at the box for awhile. On the rather nondescript box, there was a turkey inside an oven. After a moment, she gasped. "A TURKEY!" she yelled.
She was so happy, too.
When I was about Kindergarten age, my parents gave me this wonder horse. This is a large, toy horse mounted to a frame with springs, and you could ride/bounce up and down on it. My bedroom was upstairs, and it had a huge walk-in closet that my parents used for my play room. They kept the horse in there with the rest of my toys. During the daytime, they could never get me off of that horse because I loved it so much. However.... At night it was a totally different story. At night, if I forgot to close the closet door, I would watched in horror as that wonder horse would start to glow, and somehow turn into a real horse! The horse would gett off of its springs, trot out of the closet and circle my room a few times, making a loud clomp clomp clomp. It would sometimes come over to my bed and flash its teeth at me, then it would trot back into the closet and back onto the frame. I was horrified! This would happen night after night if I forgot to close my closet door. My parents tried moving that wonder horse downstairs to the family room, but darned if that thing didn't trot up those stairs every night and come after me! Nothing, but nothing I told my parents would convince them that that horse was real, and would come to life every night and try to get me! What's weird is I loved riding that horse in the daytime, but at night I was absolutely terrified! Finally my parents had had enough of my night terrors, and with the advice of the pediatrician or child psychologist, they destroyed that wonder horse one afternoon on our back porch. They did this in front of me. After that, I never had anymore problems, the horse was gone for good. Nobody really knows why I was traumatised by that horse every night, or why I'm the only one who ever saw or heard it come to life. I guess I was a very insecure little kid back then, I dunno. I'm 40 years old now, and I can still clearly remember seeing a real horse trotting around my room.
when i was little my mom would told me it was illegal to own more then 4 barbies at a time. and if i got caught she would go to jail. (her way of getting me to stop asking for them) she went so far as to freaking out and making me hide the ones i carried with me where she saw a parked cop car.
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.