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When I was really little, I used to sit on my mom's lap and play with an alphabet See-N-Say. She would pull the lever and we'd say the words out loud together. Well, whenever it came to M, she would always say my name instead of "Moon," as the See-N-Say said. She always said it louder than the toy, so I always thought I was really cool because I had a toy that said my name. However, I could never figure out why it said my name but had a picture of a moon on it.
Some time later (we're talking about fifteen years), I found the toy again and set it to the letter M. When I finally heard it say moon, I became really confused because to me, it had never said that before.
I believed that if you squirted water into the sky, it would eventually float into space and land on the sun. I remember being genuinely scared when I saw someone squirting a water pistol into the air, because I thought that if the water hit the sun, the sun would go out.
My parents had to watch every penny when we were kids, and as I had an older brother and sister, I got all their toys after they'd grown out of them. When I got my first bike (which they'd both had before me), I was so worried that it might wear out quickly that I frantically pedalled backwards down every hill to prevent this happening.
When I was a little girl, myself and all my friends had Cabbage Patch kid dolls, except one of my friends wasn't allowed one as her MUM said they flew around the bedroom at night! I think she still believes it now - bless her!
Ok, my brother had a Peewee Herman doll that he kept in his closet. Everytime I looked at the thing, its eyes followed mine everywhere I looked. Eventually, I thought that if I had looked at it for a long time, it would slowly get a knife or axe out, and kill me. I still hate dolls, now, and I'm 15 years old.
My favourite stuffed animal was called Goat. He was about a foot high and two feet long and black...
I loved goat and as a young child couldn’t get to sleep without him.
It wasn’t till I was 14 that my mum told me it was a Yorkshire terrier with the whiskers cut off...
Oh the shame
I used to believe that I had to say Good Night to every individual toy and doll I had, and I had alot of toys and dolls, or else the slighted one would get me in the night. So I started to group them together by saying Good Night to all the toys on the cupboard and all the dolls in the closet and all the toysand dolls on the davenport....and just to make sure I alway said Good Night to all the toys or dolls I might have forgotten or missed or had been left in the livingroom--that pretty much covered them all.
But of course the scary creatures who lived in my dollhouse at night(that my mother had placed strategically in front of my nightlight so I could see their shadows walking around in the rooms at night...)would get me anyway. Sometimes my mother would change the bulb in my nightlight to a colored one, I don't know why--she must have thought it was cool...but nothing is more terrifying than seeing your toys and dolls staring at you in a red light...like some kind of horrible thermal night vision infra-red scope. The green bulb was scary too.
When I was younger, my mum told me that if I did anything bad (like stay up late) my toy giraffe Ned would tell her. So every night I threw about three sheets over his head.
Now I realise I was so wrong, I should have threw him in the fire, then he couldn't see!!
When I was little, I used to play with play dough a lot. And I used to think that everything around me was made of play dough; my other toys, my bed, my dog, my mom and dad, etc. I thought that if I used the "right" colours to create a living creature, then they would become alive. For example, if I use green to make a frog then the frog would become a living frog.
When I was three a neighbor kid told me the plastic ladders on my firetruck was candy. I chewed on those ladders all summer trying to get the candy out.
When I was little I didn't know that they made lots of copies of the same barbie. So when I stayed at my friends house I noticed she had "my barbie", when I said something about it she said it was her barbie and it started a huge fight and I had to go home. When I got home, I saw that my barbie was in my room, but all I could think was "Well, I'm glad my Dad got my barbie back."
I used to believe that giant barbies controlled us like we controlled little barbies
In battery powered toys, I used to think that when the power had run out, the batteries actually used to disappear altogether. It actually turned out to be my older sister who used to take the batteries from my toys to use in her remote controls for TVs and Stereos.
I used to believe that if I went down a tube slide, a metal sheet would slide down the front opening and bottom opening, locking me into a little claustraphobic tube-slide hell. I was terrified!
I used to think that my stuffed animals got angry if I gave some more attention than others. every night before bed, I would kiss them each goodnight and plead for them not to attack me in my sleep.
When I was little, (6 years old) i had an insane fear of swallowing things that aren't meant to be swallowed. On many occasions I would run, bawling, to my mom to tell her that i had swallowed my bouncy ball. whenever i lost something, i was convinced that i had put it in my mouth and accidentally swallowed it.
But one time, all of my friends had little keychains with virtual pets called GigaPets. I had one too, and it was a dog. We were forbidden to bring them to school, but I snuck mine into my backpack. i lost it during lunch, but during the rest of the day i kept hearing faint barking noises and I was convinced I had swallowed my GigaPet. I went up to my teacher, crying, and told her that I had swallowed my GigaPet. She asked the class, and it turns out that someone had snuck theirs into school.
i used to have a stuffed bunny that i got for easter one year. i always so my mom putting carrots down the garbage disposal in the sink, so i figured it was a bunny hole. one day, i decided that my bunny would want to go in her 'bunny hole' to eat some of the carrots that were stocked up for her. i put her down the disposal, and decided it was too dark in there. then, i flipped on a switch so that she could see better, but it ended up being the switch to turn on the disposal! well, lets just say i dont like bunnies anymore...
Until I was probably in kindergarten, I believed that if boys played with dolls or other 'girl toys', then they would become gay, but that if girls played with 'boy toys', they would actually turn into boys. As a girl with friends who were almost all boys, I spent a lot of time playing with trucks and plastic weapons and that sort of thing, and I was positive that I was going to turn into a boy - I would diligently check every morning to see if I had grown a penis yet.
When I was really little I was riding the carousel at the fair. There was a piece of duct tape wrapped around the pole right at the base of the horse. When I touched it the ride started moving and I thought I accidentally started the ride by touching the magical tape!
When I was 3 years old, I really used to believe that if I played with dolls after the sun went down, they would danced on my forehead when I was asleep...
(my grandmother used to tell me this when I didn't put my "dolls away").