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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!
I used to believe as a child that my toys could come alive, like in the movie "Toy Story". So at times, I would leave my room very prominently (so that I could make my toys think I was leaving), then I would sneak back in to catch my toys "being alive". I would also often tell them that it was okay to "be alive" in front of me, and that I knew their secret. I stopped believing this at the age of 7.
When I was little I firmly believed that all my dolls and stuffed animals were alive, and simply could not tell me because it was against the rules of their world. Based on this, I would have long, heartfelt, tearful conversations pleading with them to talk back to me. I would cry and plead and promise that they really, really could trust me because I would never tell anyone their secret. I used to read my dolls bedtime stories and tuck them in at night. I worried that, since they were alive and all, they might be hurt or jealous of one another if I did not spend equal amounts of time with each one. Some nights I remember really wanting to go to sleep, but having to make the rounds among my dolls, reading each her own story or promising to read her a longer story the next night if I didn’t have time…
I used to believe that child line sold childrens toys
when i was little after i saw that movie toy story that my toys would come to life so i would sit there sometimes begging my dolls to talk to me and telling them i know they are real.
when i was 4, my grandmother bought me a little basketweave type mini suitcase. It became my traveling companion for every four hour trip to her house, filled with crayons, paper, and my favorite blankie. My mother would ensure that i had it along by telling me that it was my responsibility to take care of. The name stuck to it forever...
My cousins to this day are jealous that I had "a responsibility" and they didn't...
I still have the basket - and it still has it's name "responsibility"
I used to think my stuffed dogs and mechanial dogs (like iPuppy) were real. I would always try to make my parents go home in the middle of an event, like dinner, so I could feed them or put them to bed. I even game my 100's of toy dogs unique names, and put them with their family or friends. My parents and older sister always thought this was strange because they'd ask me, "Are you just pretending your stuffed dogs are real or do you really think they are real?" I would always reply with a stern and confident, "I think they are real." I kept pretending until I finally got a real dog. Then I wasn't strange anymore..:)
I had a stuffed rabbit once, and every night i would tie a string around its neck, and tie the other end to my bed post. I thought that if I believed in it enough, the toy would become real, like in the Velveteen Rabbit. I still have the rabbit, but no longer believe this lol
I believed my stuffed animals would get jealous if I did not take turns sleeping with them. I thought they would kill me, my family, and each other if I didn't give them attention one at a time. I made a schedule for sleeping with 2 at a time.
I once watched the Curse of Chucky at my nana's. It scared me so much I wouldn't go anywhere by myself. I am still afraid of Chucky, and I'm now ten! I can't sleep by myself or be the last one asleep, because Chucky might get me!
I used to think that my little pony was real and that my toy ponies would come alive when i wasn't looking.
Remember the care bears? My sister had a nice collection of them all with their cute little curls of hair. Until I told little trusting sis that yes, it will grow again if you cut it all off. Should have got in trouble for that one but sis started crying at dad for shouting at me.
when i was a little kid i used to think my toys were living and when i wasnt looking they would say mean things about me
When I was little my older sister told me that if I was nice to my stuffed animals they would come alive. So I gave them all my candy and had nice conversations with them! I still dont like to throw them away bcuz I feel bad for them! lol
when i was little i used to believe that my sisters porcelin dolls were going to come alive and crawl up my bed posts to come an attempt to kill me, the same applies to clowns and cute fluffy bunny rabbits. I've been paranoid since!
I used to believe that all my dolls were alive. It all started after watching the movie "Child's Play" where that boy gets a doll from his mum and it turns out to be alive and it's evil. I believed that all my dolls were alive so I used to lock them away in my wardrobe to stop them from getting out and forcing me to do things. Every night I hear noises coming from my wardrobe...I know they want out but I don't know how much longer I can handle the stress. They're getting inside my head!
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