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
"HiGuys,SabrinaHere.I'mSorryIHadToThrowYouAway.IStillLoveYou. PleaseDontKillMeTonight"
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