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I spent every night and day with my My Buddy doll from the time I got him at age 4 until I was 10. After seeing The Velvetine Rabbit whe I was 5, I was convinced that My Buddy was real, and that he came alive when I wasn't looking. I would set booby traps and scotch tape on the doors when we left the house just to test, but when the traps would still be in place I deduced that Buddy was much cleverer than that! I knew I had a real pro on my hands. When I was about 7 I cut his hair, and days later when I noticed little hairs hanging down against his bare neck I was certain I had discovered his hair growing back in! It took 2 years of maturing before I could be convinced otherwise.
My sister and I had plastic play food and food, and we believed that if we sat around and repeadetly patted the food, it would get smaller, and smaller, and smaller. My mother must have been bewildered as to why her kids were sitting around hitting plastic pizzas.
When i was a young child... about 5 i guess, i had a talking robot, if you left it on for more than 10 minutes without playing with it a siren would go off, so that u could turn it off, that way your battery wouldnt go dead! the first time the siren went off, i thought the police were comming after me because i was wasting electricity???
so i turned it off, and didnt play with it again.
When i was about 5 and Toy Story had just come out in the cinemas, i had the pig toy that was from the film in a happy meal from mcdonalds. i used to put the pig in my room and when i went downstairs the pig would have moved to another part of my room as if coming to life like in the film! i thought this was actually happening and got really excited and then a few yrs later i found out my parents have moved it :P
When we were little, both me and my older sister had these blue stuffed-animal dinosaurs, and we used them as our own personal dream-catchers. We believed that they would eat any nightmares that came in so that they wouldn't go into our heads and become bad dreams, and with them around, we would only have nice dreams at night. I always made sure to bring mine everywhere I slept (like when visiting relatives), else I would have bad dreams.
My little sister used to think that the manikins at the department store were "big barbies" and she wanted one for Christmas!
I used to believe that if you walked in tall grass, or dug deep enough, you would be able to find a Pokemon. My friends, and my brother would always meet at a park near our house and go out on adventures searching for Pokemons, but then I started realizing how silly it was...
I used to talk with my teddy bear and I really thought he answered me.
I used to believe every single one of my toys was a living breathing person. Made of solid freaking plastic :) I found out I was wrong when I tried to talk to one....and it just sat..there..staring through my soul like a deer in the headlights.
i used to believe that if i wasn't nice to my toys, they would fight back.
When I was little I honestly believed that if I tried hard enough I could bring my stuffed animals to life with the help of God. I was very disappointed when I realized some things.
I remember watching that movie Toy Story, and then going and apologizing to all the toys that I didn't play with a lot because I thought they must be sad and lonely for that reason. I felt so sorry for my toys!
I used to believe that my toys came to life when i wasn't there. I used to creep up the stairs and open the doors really quickly so one day i'd catch them. Strangely enough i never did!!
I used to, as many people, believe that their stuffed toys were alive. In order to make them all feel equally loved, I had to sleep with them all in the bed with me at the same time, and in order to further extend that none would feel left out, i would have to rotate them round so that each one had a turn up top getting hugged and each one had to sleep down at the bottom as well. Needless to say I had very little room in my bed. I still attribute feelings to my stuffed toys and still have as many (even tho I am 34) but I only sleep with one (a very ragged looking Flat Eric)in my bed with me and my husband (much to his relief!!).
When I was like five, Iwent to bed everynight with a stuffed animal. And every morning, sure enough, it would end up on the floor. I didn't know how to explain it so... I believed that a mean three foot tall rabbit would hop through my second story window, pick up my "buddy" and throw it on the floor. It would laugh evily as it walked on out my door. Needless to say, the nights I would wake up with the stuffed animal still clutched in my arms were my favorite, no visit from the evil bunny.
Like most kids, I used to believe that monsters hid under my bed. So at night, to keep myself safe, I would take all my stuffed animals and line them up around the edge of the bed. If a monster would try to reach up and grab me all they would find would be the stuffed animals.
I used to have to organize my stuffed animals every night and morning on my bed and I treated them like they had feelings. Not always good feelings though. I had to make sure that none of them were lonely and that the ones who didn't like each other were far away so that they wouldn't fight and make the others cry while I was away.
I used to believe my toys got up and walked about I all ways had to sleep with the door open because I though if I closed it the toys would eat me
when i was little i had a collection of porcelain dolls that were all propped up around my room, i was convinced that they were possessed and had little video cameras behind their eyes. so everytime i got dressed or changed clothes, i would turn them around to face the wall--i didn't want them looking at me
My parents couldn't afford to get me a real cabbage patch kid, so I had a knock-off, with someone else's signature on the butt. I also had a space heater in my room for cold nights. For some reason, one evening just before bed, my mother decided it was important to tell me that some bad men had been using fake cabbage patch kid dolls to smuggle explosives into the country, and I should keep my doll away from the heater at all costs or it would explode and burn the house down. I hid the heater in the closet and threw my precious doll out the window.