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I used to believe that when you left the room or the house stuffed animals would come alive.
i use to belive that mum could vac up my toy no matter how big or small
When I was younger, I would often hump my stuffed animals, but thought I had to keep my clothes on when I did it or I would get pregnant!
I wonder what a half human, half teddy bear would look like. =)
In kindergarten I was afraid to take home the class teddy bear because I thought it was carrying all the germs from the other kids in my class who had taken it home, and that I would get chicken pox from it.
i used to believe that my stuffed animals had feeling and i used to put on shows for them. i would dance and stuff and make them dance with each other. then my brother would come in and throw them against the wall and stuff and i would start crying my eyes out saying "don't hurt them!!!!".:)
My stuffed animals would feel bad about themselves if I showed favoritism.
I'd torture myself weighing in my mind which had had the most attention, getting up several times from bed to switch animals.
I so wanted for my baby dolls to come to life, I decided that if I made them warm, like real babies, then they would become real.
I dressed them in their warmest clothes and hugged them close to me, even taking them to bed.
Mum would try to take the dolls away and I would scream because in my mind she was killing them.
i used to think that anything that was shaped like an animal, was a living animal. i would be very careful with my stuffed toys. i was careful never to drop them, lie on them/ roll over them in my sleep, or suffocate them or neglect them. like when i went on vacation, i would bring as many plushies as i could ... and different ones everytime so none would feel left out. even the ugly ones that i didn't like as much.
also, i felt really sad to eat gummi bears/ gummi worms, i thought they were real and could feel pain. i would alway suck on them until they dissolved, never bite into them
When I forgot my Power Ranger action figure at the beach, my father told me he swam across the ocean and found a poor toyless child to amuse.
I am 13 and i used to think that barbies were alive and would eat my toes in my sleep so I threw all of them away
When I was about 7 or 8, one of my friend's older sisters had a doll whose hair would change colors based on the temperature of the water inside the doll's hairbrush. She told me that this also worked on humans - hot water would yield blonde hair, cold water would make you a brunette, and lukewarm water would change you to a redhead. Since I was a "Little Mermaid" fanatic, I longed to have red hair. I brooded over this for months until I finally asked her if I could borrow the hairbrush to use on myself. She then confessed that she had been lying.
When I was about 8 years old, around 1983 or so when the Smurfs were all the rage, I actually believed Smurfs were real. I even tried to look up the word "smurf" in the dictionary, but to no avail. Oh well. I got over it, though. :)
I remember my dad worked for an amusement machine place and brought me home a puppet sailor - similar to a laughing policeman as seen at Blackpool. It had all the workings and I sat him on the window sill.
We (my younger sister and I) watched Poltergeist (you can guess what is coming)
Remember the clown doll scene? I woke up one morning and for some reason I winked at my sailor puppet - and he winked back. I realise now that it was because I had only just woken up but I FEKKING SH*T MYSELF!!!
He was gone just a few short hours later. That damn film had put me off soft toys for life.
When I was younger I used to kiss whatever stuffed animal was on my bed goodnight, but then I started thinking about all the other stuffed animals I had...they didn't get goodnight kisses!! So I used to kiss my hand a billion times and then blow all the kisses all over my room so that all of my stuffed animals could have one, and that way they wouldn't feel bad!
I was in Kindergarten when Pokemon started appearing, and for a while the Lunchables lunch kits had these little miniature cards on the back the you could cut out. The Pokemon "Mr.Mime" was on one of the cards, and I was convinced it said "Mr.Mine". So one little boy I was sitting by pointed to Mr. Mime and goes, "What's that one's name?" I reply, "Mr.Mine!" The little boy said, "What does he do?" I told him, "He is a coal miner that works in the coal mines all day. That's why he's called Mr. Mine." I bet that poor little boy believed that all his life.....
I owned one of those old Polly Pockets (the ones that were tiny playsets with a little theme and little figurines inside) and it was the hair salon one. It came with those little hair-drying bonnets/hats that are attached to chairs. As a result of watching many cartoons,I thought that they were the type of hats that the mad scientists always used to switch peoples minds and make them think/act like animals. So I always would do that to my male figurine(from another Polly Pocket Playset of course)since his head fit in there best.
I used to think my toys had feelings- and that they were watching me whenever their eyes were on me, and that they were listening to me if I was close enough. So I would always turn their heads away and hide them away when I was done with them. I'd talk to them sometimes, and sometimes I was afraid that they might attack me in my sleep.
i used to have this terrible fear of ghosts or monsters coming to get me in the night, so when i went to sleep i would take all the stuffed animals from my animal net and put them in a huge circle around me, sure that they would fight off all evil-doers that came to harm me.
i used to believe that when i fell asleep or went out of my room my barbie's would move and talk to each other...like they had their own world. And i also used to believe that we were barbie's that heaven could play with.
when i was about 7 or 8, my sister and i had this medium-sized doll whom we called "nancy" and one night we watched child's play (about a killer doll) and we went to bed, and we thought if we left our feet or arms out of the blankets, nancy would get an axe and chop our feet or arms of when we are sleeping. so my sister used to cover nancy with a blanket and stuff her in the closet. and i am 14 right now and my sister is 12 and nancy went to donation a long time ago, but my sister still belives in that story! And I find it quite hilarious!