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When I was a little boy, I used to think the toys moved like the movie "Toy's Story". I used to believe my toys played during the night. I woke up to watch my toys play but my toys did not move. So I understood the movies are not true in real life.
I used to believe that if I didn't sleep with all my stuffed animals and love them equally, then the ones not being loved as much would feel neglected and kill me
I used to think bubble liquid was little more than just water. So once when I was little, I caught a bubble on my tongue. Big mistake. Yuck!
I used to believe that after I cut my stuffed animals hair that it really grew back!
When I was little I believed that my dolls, barbies and teddies were alive and I'd walk out my room, but look quickly round the door to see if they'd all woken up and were moving around... I'm afraid to say they never did :-(
I used to beleive that if my parents bought me the "Super Ted" bear thgat he would really be able to fly around my room !
My dad and grandmother used to tell me never to play cards on a Sunday otherwise the Jacks would frown at me. To this day it scares me.
When i was little i thought my stuffed teddy-bear was alive and whenever i wasn't looking it would try to sneak up on me to kill me so i always tried to watch it.
i truly believed that my stuffed monkey was plotting to jump on me while i was sleeping, so i was always staring at it, and yelling at it that it was stupid and it didnt know how to plot murders! i truly truly thot the only reason why he never murdered me yet was because he just sucked at plotting murders lol!
I'm not sure why, but I was also TERRIFIED of my older brothers stuffed monkey. for no reason whatsoever...
Still, those monkeys scare me still, and I always prefer not to look at them.. (my brother keeps it in his room still)
and i still have that monkey as a decoration on the top top of my bookshelf.
I used to believe that all of the favorite toys and clothes I lost ended up caught in a Lost Things Loft, and that all I had to do was find that loft and I'd find all my old toys. I even had vivid dreams about that loft, full up to the knees with old loved toys. I'd wake up and try to draw a map before I "forgot" where the loft was so I could find it later that day.
I used to believe that dot-to-dots were called 'doctor dots'.
Remember the commercial about the game Twister that had that song that said, "Twister...the hot spot!"? Well I believed that some of the spots on the Twister mat were hot and that others would give you a slight electric shock. I was rather disappointed when I played Twister for the first time and the spots didn't do anything special! =)
I used to believe that all my stuff animals had feelings. I would have to talk to them equally and say sorry to them if i knocked them over and stuff like that. Also i thought if i made a nest in my bed and surrounded it with my stuffed animals, i thought i would hatch into my twin. (I thought that was why there were twins ha ha ha) i was disapointed when it didn't work.
When I was small, I had many stuffed animals. Somehow I developed the belief that if I touched their eyes in any way, if I didn't apologize for it, they would give me bad dreams. I've grown out of this one since childhood ;)
I used to be afraid of baby dolls that closed their eyes when you layed them down, because I was afraid that they were dead. I used to tape their eyes open so they wouldn't die.
when i was little i believed that if i didn't sleep with ALL of my stuffed animals(i had quite a few) then those i didn't sleep with would feel jealous and try to kill me in my sleep. but the ones i did have would protect me. as a result, i usually ended up with stuffed animals everywhere, and those i didn't have room for i put in my closet and tied a string around the handles, so they wouldn't get out.
Okay. I was about 7, and had just watched some movie or another about living dolls that killed you. That night, I could swear I heard my dolls eyes' clicking and blinking. I gathered up all my courage, and picked up the dolls. Then, I threw them into the hall and locked my door. I felt a lot better then.
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.
My sisters convinced me that the dog in their Barbie collection, an Afghan hound, had hair that would turn to wood if I got it wet. I thought I wasn't doing it right.
One time when I was playing with my barbies, I told my dad that I had this belief that my barbies were living their destiny. I was controlling them but I was also living out their fate u consciously. It got me to think that if it was this way, then we were also dolls in an imaginary world and other people were controlling us. And then there were people controlling them!