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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").
A lot of kids believe that their toys came to life when no one was around. I took it a bit further: I would lecture my toys, explaining to them that it was OK if they came to life in front of me because I wouldn't tell anyone and would keep their abilities secret, etc. Of course, they never did come to life in front of me, and I remember being deeply disappointed that they felt they couldn't trust me.
My older sister used to tell me that she would let me go first when playing a board game if she got to go first, first. I thought that was a bargain.
I remember the day that her reasoning no longer made sense.
When I was small, I used to believe that my stuffed animals would have hurt feelings if I didn't tuck them into bed with me. I had a dozen or so . . . tried to set up a rotating schedule. It didn't work because CLEARLY Blue Bunny was on the verge of tears. Cleo too. . . and Grandpa Monkey. Uncle Monkey didn't look very happy either. Ended up tucking them all into bed and Mum found me curled up on my bed-side mat.
I used to believe my stuffed animals were alive and had feelings. When I was younger, I got a brand new stuffed bear, and put my stuffed tiger away in the closet with the rest of my stuffed animals (the closet was in a separate room, behind my bed in my room). When I tried to sleep, I could hear scratching behind my head. I was so scared that I threw my bear in the closet and grabbed my tiger, but the scratching continued. Turned out we had mice.
When I was little, I used to think that the stuffed animals that weren't on my bed would get jealous of the ones that were. So I would rotate them so they all got a chance to be on the bed.
I was sure my stuffed dog "Floyd" could talk, but he chose not to.
Bizarrely enough, I managed to convince myself at the age of around 5, that by looking at the peg that was revealed when you removed Action Man's then squashy head, you would go blind. Well, you do don't you?
When she was little, my friend had a "My Size Barbie" (life-size barbie doll) and she kept it in her bedroom. Her grandpa used to sneak into her room at night and change the position the doll was standing in. My friend would wake up and freak out because she thought the doll was alive.
When i was a kid i thought that my plastic dolls were dead babies embalmed and waxed...i remember crying several times on them lol..
when i was a child i beleived that i can earn some money just playing with toys:)
when i was a lil kid, like between 3 and 5, i used to think my toys would come alive when ever i wasnt around. so i would go to extreme measures to try and catch them in the act. one time i took all my toys that looked like they could come alive out to the livingroom and sat them in front of the tv. then i hid a tape recorder in my room and pressed record. then i brought them all back in my room and left them alone for the whole day. i would also do things like leaving the room, then bursting back in to try and catch them in the act, or listening through the door or wall w/ a cup or a toy stethascope.
For years I thought that a "ghetto blaster" was the gun they used on ghost busters (don't cross the beams! etc).
I distinctily remember one christmas when all my friends said they wanted a ghetto blaster and it confused the hell out of me, but sounded pretty cool!
I wasn't the coolest kid.
The more of these I read, the more I remember...
At the age of about seven, I started being bought porcelain dolls by well-meaning aunts. They (not the aunts) were beautiful things, smooth china skin, velvet frocks and deep glass eyes.
I just KNEW that the dolls were real little girls that had somehow been transformed into their current form, maybe by a magic potion made by an enchanter. What was more, I wanted it to happen to me, too. I was still coming to terms with the idea of growing old, and I thought if I could be a porcelain doll I would live forever.
When I was young, I loved getting the free balloons at IHOP at breakfast. One day, while getting out of the car upon returning home, the balloon escaped, and drifted quickly upward and eventually out of sight. I was distraught. Since my grandparents were on vacation in Arizona, my mother told me that "All balloons go to Arizona" and that my grandparents would bring it back. When I asked them about it, they played along. I believed that balloons go to Arizona until I was a teenager, and I cried when I realized I'd been duped.
I used to believe my teddy bear was from vegas and thats why whenever i used to play poker with him he always won.
i used to beleive that those little reflectors that you get on some roads were little toy soldiers and i always wanted to stop and get one. because when driving past them fast they looked to me like little toy soldiers.
When I was little my mom told me that dolls had actual feelings. She told me that if I was mean to my doll she could feel it. I believed her for a long time and I was always very careful when I played with them. One day I was playing with friends and we were playing with our dolls, I don't remember what led up to me saying "Doll's have feelings too". But my friends laughed at me hysterically and it was that day that I realized my mom had tricked me and I was angry at her and embarrassed too.
Unlike most kids, I used to *hate* Pokemon. Because the creatures were strange looking, I belived that it was really an alien toy introduced to brainwash earthling kids.
When an old friend of mine was a little girl she cut off her own hair and glued it to her Barbie doll's head because she thought it would grow on Barbie's head.