People have always told me that I led a rather peculiar childhood.
When I was younger, I thought that my toys would come alive at night.
And this was way before Toys Story, so I would like to think of myself as sort of a creative genius.
I always thought that my toys were actually real mini people that were just frozen during the day.
And I was dead ass scared of them.
Like I would still play with them, but I had to always remind myself to play with them with respect.
Whenever I played with them , I would think
"Okay Sabrina, treat your toys with respect because they could kill you at night"
I remember there was this time I was playing with my Kelly doll and I accidentally dropped her from the table.
I didn't notice until I stood up and stepped on her by accident.
Wah, that night I feared for my life. No joke.
There was another time when I accidentally tore my paper dolls' head from her body.
When I threw her away in the dustbin I made sure to put some weight on the dustbin lid so that she could not crawl out that night. You know, taking precautions.
As I grew up and my collection of toys expanded, Mom would once in a while throw or give away toys that she thinks I outgrew (without consulting me first).
I would have to follow her holding the garbage bag as she would sieve through my toy box throwing whatever she wanted away.
And I would be crying because :
1. I was sad that my toys were being thrown away.
2. Most importantly, I also thought the toys would rally together and kill me that night.
So, after mom tied all the garbage bag filled with toys and put then in the corner, I would crawl up to them and whisper a really fast
Needless to say, I led a very frightening childhood.
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