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I used to think that when I wasn't looking, my stuffed animals would talk about me behind my back, or have parties, but when I looked at them they returned to the exact same position they were in before.
I believed for a very long time that my Barbies would wait until I left the room to get up play about by themselves. I would open the door really fast , and swear that I caught a glimpse of them moving .I made frequent spying attempts under the door, through the closet door handles, and into boxes. I thought this from the ages of about 6 to 10
As I child each night before I went to sleep I would pack all my stuffed animals under my comforter. I thought that if someone broke into my house and tried to attack me, the animals would come to life and protect me. And if that failed I could convince te attacker that it was a huge scary dog.
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!
I used fantasize more than believe that taking my Girlsworld (makeup head)to bed was a substitute for James Bond, many along nights i spent kissing Roger Moore... I must be twisted a six year old kissing a 50+, isn't there a name for that???
I used to believe that my sister's dolls had a crush on me. So whenever I had to go in her room to vacuum or clean, I would always try not to make eye contact with them so they wouldn't think I liked them back
I believed that an evil version of Mickey Mouse lived under my bed, and when i was asleep my good version of Mickey Mouse would have wars against the evil one. One day i found my good Mickey had been kicked out of bed and lying face down on the floor! this was it for me, the evil Mickey had won and i had to sleep on the couch for the next few weeks in terror that i was next! Or until i was certain that the other toys in my room had won the battle.
When I was young I believed that if you lost a toy in the snow that it would melt and be gone forever when the snow melted.
I had a huge collection of stuffed animals when I was a kid. I would stare at my toys then pretend I'd go to sleep then pop my eyes open as fast as I could. I was positive that I'd catch my stuffed animals moving around the room and interacting with one another.
when i was a child my older sister told me that her dolls used to have dinner parties in a crack in her wall and we could join them only if i promised to keep it a secret.so every night after my parents had gone to sleep we would throw parties with her dolls.its quite creepy how impressionable a young mind is since i honestly thought it was all real.i still have images in my head of tiny dolls dancing and laughing around a table.slightly disturbing i know
I thought /everything/ was alive.
I must have seemed like a nut saying, "Sorry." To doors I had slammed or crying over a poor lonely old toy who'd been lost under the bed for a week.
When I was 9 I used to believe that if you jumped on the trampaline high enough you would go into space, i always wondered just high u had to jump so everyday for an hour or more i would jump on our trampaline as high as i could go and after a while my mom asked me why i would always do that n i told her and she set me straight.
I used to believe that barbies were real people and an artist would use wax and other stuff to make the barbie look like the real person
When i was young, my friends told me that dolls's hair were made from dead people's hair.
I was scared for a while...
When I was around 5 I had the Teddy Rupskin doll that would read your stories. I used to think he was real and he came to visit me everyday to tell me stories. I would talk to him and say, "Hello Teddy! Thank you for coming to visit me today!" And when he was done I'd tell him goodbye and hug him.
that teddies were real people and when you walked out of the room they would talk to each other but as soon as you came back in they would pretend to be teddiies again!! and if they fell off your bed they would plot revenge on you so i always made sure my teddies were in a comfortable position!!!
I used to believe that barbies were people who were bad so they were punished by being turned into barbies.
I still say my dad told me this, he denies it.
i used to have a whole bunch of plastic food, and one night i wanted to go into my parent's room and crawl into their bed but i stopped dead infront of their door because it was so dark .then i went back in to my room to look for a flash light ,but settled for a plastic french fry and figured :it's yellow so it'll give off light right?i then returned to my parent's bedroom and plunged in to the darkness i completely freaked out when i realized that my french fry wasen't working.
Okay, so I'm going to admit something that scares me, my mom, and my dad (My brother dosen't remember) to this day. When I was a little girl I had this doll. Now, it was a rather old doll and had been sewn up very often, including right across one eye. Well, I was in 1st grade, and while I didn't need a night-light I HAD to have this doll. I believed that it was hurt from protecting me at night, and if it was with me it wouldn't get hurt anymore.
Well, one night we apparently had a prowler. My room is on the second story, but my dad had the ladder out, so the guy climbed the ladder. I woke up to the sound of my window opening. now, being REALLY little, I freaked out. I threw my doll in his face and screamed. Later, when my parents were asking me about it, I told them I threw my dolly at him and she hit him hard and punched him and kicked him.
Needless to say, I still have the doll. I was convinced for YEARS that my dolly was a hero..
When I often went to stores with a doll/stuffed animal section with my mum, I always wanted the ones of which I thought were the ones that didn't sell the best. Just because I believed that they were the loneliest or I would hurt their feelings if I chose a better selling doll over them. I could also not stand putting toys back into the aisle, not because I was mad for not getting the toy, but because I thought I hurted it's feelings for picking it up and putting it back again.