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I used to belive that barbies were really small elfs and they had sex at night. And then thats why every morning Ken had a big smile and his pants were down.
But then i found out that it was my little brother who was gay and wanted to see it.
I used to beleive that all of my toys were alive and that they would get mad at me if i didn't pay attention to them. So, every night i would say goodnight and tell them i loved them all, then I would blow about a hundred kisses so each toy could have one. Finally I would ask them to share the kisses if someone didnt get one, and if the were lonely to hug the toy next to them.
after i watched toy story a couple of times, i thought that my toys came alive when i left the room; so, whenever i left my room, i would open the door a crack and look in there. i didn't see crap. i thought the toys were really smart and knew i was there.
Me and my sister had this toy phone that played generic recordings when you pressed a button--They were in a girl's voice. When the batteries started to die every once in awhile, the voice would get slow and deep. We just thought it was a man picking up the phone instead of the girl.
When I was little I used to think that everything had feelings. Even inadimate objects. Before I went to bed I would spend at least a half hour saying goodnight to every object in my room, my stuffed animals, my bed, my bookshelf, all of my little trinkets and toys. I was afraid that if i missed one they would feel left out and wouldn't like me anymore.
I used to believe my stuffed animals would be sad, lonely and cold if they didn't get to sleep next to me. I'd rotate them every night so that they all had a turn to be warm and would not be the ones to fall out of bed. Even the ones I didn't like very much would get a turn.
I thought all of my stuffed animals, action figures, and Barbies are alive and be able to talk to other toys each time when I left the room. I always sneak to my door and peek through to check if they are moving or not. Sometimes I set the plastic dinosaurs in order then after I left the room I checked again if they moved at all. I believe that after I watched Toy Story when I was 8 until I turn 13.
when I was little I used to think tht my stuffed animals threw a party and when I cam back they stopped
Every night, b4 i went 2 sleep, i used to have to kiss each of my teddies on my bed... if i kissed one twice i would have to do the same to the others because if i didnt, i thought they would feel neglected and leave.
When I was nine and a major Harry Potter enthusiast (I still love Harry Potter !!) I convinced myself that pencils were magic wands of a different kind. I'd sort my pencils into the wand groups from Harry Potter (Phoenix Feather, Unicorn Hair, Dragon Heartstring). I got my friend from school who was also a big Harry Potter enthusiast in on this as well.
As a young child, my parents taught me Barney The purple dinosaur was evil. Then I started daycare. According to my parents, when a little boy "shared" a Barney toy for no reason, I threw it down and screamed "BARNEY IS EVIL!", loud enough for the "teacher" to hear. And they appearantly "brainwashed" me into thinking Barney was okay. My mom wasn't pleased. She told her that it was part of our beliefs that Barney was in fact, evil. My parents convinced me that Barney was evil, and I hold that belief to this day.
when i was 4 i thought that toys where alive so one night i watch my toys but around about hour later i fell a sleep and fell of my bed hit my toy car and in the morning i got up of my toy car look at it and cry because i thought it was die
When my Mom taught me to play the card game "War", she told me the higher card wins. So I thought that meant the person who put their card higher up on the table was the winner. It made me mad that she kept taking all the cards, when it was clear mine were "higher".
When I was about 4 years old my dad made me watch the Child's Play movie. Before I went to bed EVERY night, I would kiss avery last one of them good night and tell them they were my favorite so they wouldn't come and kill me in my sleep.
When i was little I had ALOT of beanie babies and I thought they all had feelings so every night i either took turns with which one i would sleep with or they would get angry. I had a certain order (from the ones i liked most to the ones i didnt like) that i would sleep with them in. I never told them that i liked some more than others because i thought the ones i dont like would get mad and attack me. yes i was a dork.
I used to belive that barbie and ken couldn't make babies cuz they both had "baginas". lol then I realized that they were only dolls and it didn't matter.
when i was 9 or younger i saw a movie a bout evil cats that killed people, at that time i had a ceramic cat in my and thought that when i was alone it would come to life and attack me.
i used to belive the noises around the house at night were the toys in my closet having a party. But as it turns out it was my cat locked in there!!!
I used to think my stuffed animals moved when I walked out of my room
i was 8 when i woke up one morning and all my barbie dolls were decapitated by this doll Filipinos called "chaka doll" (ugly doll). at least that was what i thought. the idea was logical to me that time. given that the doll was dirty and shabby and really bad-looking (the clear opposite of barbie), i thought, "so that explains everything..."
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