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When I was 6 I had a yellow stuffed dog named Toby. Well, he was more of a dog-bear mixed breed, kind of like the piano playing dog on the Muppet Show. Anyway, I thought that if I put a leash on him and dragged him around, people would believe he was real! I was always amazed at how at easily adults could be fooled. People would always stop and pet him, and call him "a well-behaved dog." This went on for about two years until the bandages would no longer hold his poor paws together. Poor Toby, he had a grand funeral.
when i was little i used to have this huge fear that my teddy was haunted - it all started from when i had it "stood" up against the wall, and i feel asleep.. with the laws of gravity n all that it fell on me and woke me up and i was terrified, convinced my teddy had it in for me.. i told my dad and said "BIN IT - ITS POSSESSED!!" lol , he never did though, but to this day... i still think theres something strange about that teddy
When I was little, I had two stuffed whales called William and Spot whom I brought everywhere with me. Occasionally my parents would make be leave them at home, but I didn't mind this, because I could just commnicate with them telepathically when they weren't with me.
I used to think that unless i got every single toy in my room and put them under the covers with me when i went to bed that social services would come and take them away from me because i wasnt looking after them properly
or that god would punish me by flooding my room and taking all the toys that werent on my bed, which was in my imagination, Noahs Ark.
When I was younger, about 8 i'm guessing, I had to make sure the lid on the toilet was down, the door was closed (and locked) and towels were stuffed under the door to block the crack. Because if they weren't, my barbies would jump into the toilet and flush themselves.
Even gave me nightmares!
When I was a kid I used to think my toys were alive (because of Toy Story) and I believed they had feelings so I always made sure to be extra gentle and nice to my toys and I hated shoving them away in closets or toy boxes cause I felt like they couldn't get air and they were being squished so most of my toys were always on my bed.
Actually I still kinda feel that way... lol
i used to believe that my stuffed animals had walked around my room in the night when i was asleep because i woke up to find them lying on the floor next to my bed.
When I was little my parents had to take away my toys, because there was lice all over them - I didn't know that then - and they made up that they were having a vacation at the beach having a great time. They even told me that it might be a permanent vacation. I was convinced that I would never see them again.
I got a toy green VW Beetle as a present one christmas. It had black window, and would zoom around the floor when it was wound up. As our family car at the time was a VW Beetle (green!), I believed that my toy car must have a family like ours inside.
So one day I sneaked a hammer out of my fathers toolshed and tried to smash a window to see the family. I ended up smashing the car....and only found the 'engine' inside!
Y'know where it says on toy boxes, "Not suitable for children under 36 months"? I used to think it meant 36 years! My mom convinced me that she'd have to play keep them hidden until I was old enough, and until the age of 11 or so I *always* used to peek in her wardrobe to see if she had any 36-year-old toys. In retrospect, I'm glad she didn't!!
I couldn't just sleep with my favorite toy when I was little, because I thought my other toys would get jealous and "get me" the next night. So I had to sleep with ALL my dolls and stuffed animals in the bed, and there wasn't much room left for me. I kept rolling over and getting poked with hard plastic Barbie feet. Finally I gave up and told them that NONE of them could sleep with me anymore. I was worried they'd be mad, but after a couple of days they still hadn't killed me, so I figured they got over it.
When I was a kid, I used to sleep with my Dapper Dan doll. Then one Christmas, I was given a teddy bear and believed that I could not sleep with both. So I sat my Dapper Dan down and explained to him very compassionately that he could no longer sleep in my bed, but that it was okay because I had set him up with his very own apartment on the headboard complete with his own tv, toys and refridgerator and that he could come visit at any time.
When I was young, I had a stuffed donkey that I thought was alive. So much so, that I performed heart surgery and gave him a little plastic heart.
I still have that donkey.
When I was little, like 6 or 7, I use to sleep with every stuffed animal in my bed and they had to have new names every night. If not, they would get mad at me and put poison in my mouth when I was asleep.
I used to believe that training wheels were the different colored beads on the spokes.
When I was little I use to sleep with a bunch of stuffed animals and every night, no matter how long it took, I would ritualistically hug and kiss everyone one of them. I was scared that if I didn’t share my love equally they would come alive and attack me at night. I blame the X-Files…
I used to believe if the roundabout went too fast it would fly up into the air and I would be killed when it landed. I never went on when any big kids were pushing it.
When I saw the movie Toy Story it made me believe that if you treated your toys with the utmost care they could come to life. I remember I would go as far as bathing my toys and shampooing my barbie dolls hair.
I used to believe that my stuffed animals should be rotated every night for which one would sleep with me or else the stuffed animals would get jealous if I slept with only one and would kill it.
I was very attatched to my Teddy Bear, Nolline, who I made at Build-a-Bear in the third grade. After her, My stuffed animal collection skyrocketed. I had five in my bed at all time, and would switch them out every 5 days, because I thought the other stuffed creatures would be sad and jealous if I spent more time with a specific toy than I did with the rest of them.