![]() Grandma finally calmed me down and then she proceeded to scold my cousin. The doll was sitting there… staring holes into me with its beady little eyes. I awoke one morning to find the furniture moved and the closet open. My cousin was about ten years older than me and had the emotional capacity and moral aptitude of Ted Bundy. The closet barricade had held and I hadn’t been stabbed to death yet, so I began to relax a little. Over the next week, my dreams were filled with terror and I awoke to check on the closet fortifications multiple times a night. I knew that the closet was now dead to me. I put half of the furniture from my room in front of the closet and trapped the doll inside. To this day I remember it kicking and writhing under that orange, woolen blanket. I threw a blanket over the doll like I was netting a wild animal. I mustered all the courage a five-year-old could and burst through my door. Mom clearly wasn’t going to help, so it was up to me. It would ambush me and stab me to death with a screwdriver. It would have animated and hidden itself because it would know that I was on to it. I would walk inside my room and it wouldn’t be where I left it. I knew that doll would be there… waiting for me. Looking back, it was like taking my mental well-being and shooting it in the face at point-blank-range with a shotgun loaded with nightmares. Who takes a five-year-old to watch an “ R” rated movie? Worse yet, who sells this woman and her five-year-old child two tickets for this movie? At any rate, I saw the movie start to finish and it decimated my childhood. Now this is bad enough on its own, but my mom was a terrible parent and she took me to see Child’s Play at the local movie theater. Look at the My Buddy doll and then look at that monster in the film and tell me that the similarity is not on purpose. The scariest part is that when it’s done stabbing the life out of people it just lies still and pretends to be a doll, thus avoiding discovery… f* ing horrifying. Unsurprisingly, Chucky comes to life and proceeds to plunge sharp implements into the necks and chest cavities of scores of hapless victims. This horrible, nightmare-spawning, celluloid, 87-minute torture session was about a serial killer who puts his soul into the body of, you guessed it, a My Buddy doll named Chucky. In 1988 MGM released a horror film, Child’s Play. I loved this doll and I took it everywhere that I went. It even had a cute little song for the commercial. Before the Tickle-Me-Elmo or Harry Potter craze there was My Buddy. This doll was made by the Hasbro Corporation in 1985 and it was basically a doll marketed toward little boys to promote friendship and sharing. ![]() I’m showing my age a bit with this one, but the first toy I remember having when I was a kid was the loveable doll known as My Buddy. ![]()
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