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i used to believe that inside my marbles were real planets and that they were inhabited.i thought that if i kept them in the dark for too long those people would die.so for years i'd get my marbles out every morning and put them back into their box every night.i'd feel terrible when i forgot sometimes as i thought they didn't get dawn unless i did it.i even took my box on holidays with me
When I was about 11, my Sunday School teacher told me that Dungons and Dragons was evil. I had never heard of the game and thought that any book or movie with either a dungon or a dragon in it was a sin.
It was also brought up in the class that the Cabbage Patch Kids Co was run by Satanists and that they would put their souls into the dolls. My teacher did nothing to disuade this idea, and as a result I was terrified of my little sister's Cabbage Patch doll.
Throughout my childhood, my mother always wondered why I had an unexplainable fear of dolls..... until at a later age I explained my sister had told me that 'all dolls were, in fact dead babies' thanxs sis! I only discovered the truth when I was about 11!
I used to have this toy shaped as a ice-cream, which had a foam ball as the ice-cream. If you press a button on the side of the cone, it would shoot the ice foam ball into the air. It was attached to a piece of string and would only go about 3 metres in the air, but at 6 years old, that was very high. I then had the bright idea of asking my dad if he could cut the string off, so when i pressed the button it'll shoot slightly high into the air.
His response was:
'I can't cut the string off James because when you press the button, the ice cream with shoot out into space and hit the moon and turn it off, and we don't want that to happen, do we'.
I BELEIVED HIM! I really wanted to do it but was petrified of turning the big light off in the sky!!
When I was young I had a stuffed animal fox that a carried around everywhere. I honestly blieved that it turned into a real fox and went out at night and came back in the morning. I knew this as a fact, so I must of drempt seeing this, I don't remember. But I knew I had to keep in a secret and not tell anyone.
One day, on a family trip to arizonia, we were in an airport and my dad asked me to put in under the x-ray thing, thinking it would be fun to give my favorite toy an x-ray. After seeing him filled with cotton, I was horrified, but for a very odd reason: As a very smart child, I knew that foxes eat sheep. And everyone knew sheep grew cotton. My good little fox had gone out and killed and eaten a whole bunch of sheep and was now stuffed with cotton! (Yeah, I thought cotton came from sheep) For a while after I remember not liking to be around it as much because I thought it was a killer.
I was relieved to later find out cotton comes from plants.
i used to believe that if i didnt spend equal amounts of time with each stuffed animal then one would get jealous and kill me in my sleep.
I was afraid to play some board games because when it said specific age groups that I wasn't in yet (for 10 and older) that some police would take me away.
When I was little I used to think that when we left the house another family lived there and played with my toys. If a toy went missing I blamed it on the "other" child who lived there when we left.
When I was a child, I somehow picked up the peice of information that ragedy ann and andy's hearts were made of candy.
I remember cutting ragedy ann's chest open and trying to extract her candy heart.
I never found it and I believe my parents were very put upon that I had knifed one of my stuffed animals.
I was 4 or so at the time.
Ok, I hope this makes sense...
When I was five, I had one of those sticker books where each page had a black-and-white picture, and a few "dotted outlines." The book came with a page of stickers that you tore out, and stuck the appropriate ones on each page.
I had one from the Disney Peter Pan movie, and one page required two stickers on top of each other. The picture was of Wendy and the boys being captured and tied up to the mast on Captain Hook's ship. In one spot, first you stuck on one sticker of the three kids, and then the "tied rope" sticker on top of the first sticker so it looked like they had the rope around them.
So that the picture looked right, the outline of the "kids" sticker had the words "put this piece down first" written on it. But I didn't understand this. I thought you had to put that sticker on first; otherwise Captain Hook would come out of the picture and kill you. Seriously!
I worried for ages whether I wanted to risk it or not. My dad even asked if I was okay. Finally I decided I'd better not. I put the book away just in case I made a mistake and unleashed Captain Hook on the world.
I don't know why they didn't just make one sticker of the kids with the rope around them and leave it at that.....
When I was less than 6 years old I played with all my barbies topless. One time my mom asked me why they did not wear shirts. That is when I reminded her that when inquiring about certain anatomy of a doll she told me they were "booby traps". Naturally I assumed these traps were used to catch flies so the Barbie was topless. If a fly landed on her the traps would catch and squish it and this could not work with a shirt on.
When I was a little kid my brother told me if you could swing all the way around on the swing set you would turn inside out.
My mom once bought be a very lovely teddy bear, dressed up in a blue lace dress. Now, at that age, I, like most kids, thought that my toys came to life when I was not awake/around. And each of my toys had their own personalities and their own reasons for not coming to life while I was around. Well, I somehow came to the conclusion that this particular Teddy Bear was very rich, and could only speak French. Day after day, I would sit and speak pure gibberish to the Teddy Bear, beleiving that I was talking to it in French. It obviously failed to respond.
In any case, I then proceeded to bring it to school, and show it to all of my friends, convincing them that my Teddy Bear could speak French. I challenged each of them to talk French to it and see if it would come to life. Of course, it never did, and I informed them that they were horrible french-speakers.
Sadly, they beleived every word that I told them.
I used to belive that if I didn't cataloge and put away my lego everytime I played with it, little demons would steal the exact pieces I would need to complete a project I was working on.
Once, I was working on a spaceship and I couldn't find the lights I needed. I knew the little bastards had been there, so I left some out on a plate and hid behind the sofa with the biggest knife in the kitchen. I sat there for a good three and a half hours before my parents came home from work.
After laughing their asses off at me, the parents sat me down for one of the many "stern" talking too's that I would recieve in my lifetime.
My parents tell me that when I was quite young, I would always express my desire to go to china one day. They always found that quite odd, because there seemed to be no apparent reason for me to want to go there. They eventually figured out that the reason I wanted to go there was because all of my toys said "Made in China" on it. I figured that China was just mounds and mounds of toys.
And then... I grew up...
Dad had us all convinced that if we left Silly Putty out of it's egg, after playing, it would crawl away on it's own. I grew up thinking it was actualy just part of the monster from the Blob!!
when i was little i had a little miss muffet bean bag doll that i carried with me everywhere. when she started to leak beans, my dad and i took her to a park and left her on a bench by the lake. he said that a mermaid would come out of the water and take her to a magic land where she would become a real girl (loosely based on my favourite story at the time, 'the velveteen rabbit'). for a long time afterwards, i would look at girls on the street to see if i could recognise my old doll.
When I was about 7 my brother (who was 9) told me that my Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls had knives behind their backs and would kill me when I was sleeping or if I told me mom their plan. So I told my mom that I wanted to get rid of them but she said I couldn't because my Great Grandma gave them to me. So I put them on the top shelf of my closet and slept with a butter knife next to my bed.
when I was little I used to think my toys were alive and got jelouse if I would sleep with one and not the others so I slept with all of them
My older brother used to think that when he played Mario Bros., a man actually had to run around when he hit the buttons so he'd stop every half hour and let Mario have a break.