Weird stuff you did as a child

Incidentally, my childhood diary contains a reference to my friends and I coming up with a game called “Super-Heads.”

I have no memory of this at all.

By the time I hit 10 or so I used to torture my Barbie dolls or make them have sex.

Everything I did as a kid was weird.

I kept talking about random things.

Like, apparently, I gave my dad a lecture on the differences between boiling point and melting points.

Man, I was such a smarty-pants.

Many years ago, I was digging in my backyard and unearthed a brick. Nothing fancy, just a plain red brick. Most little kids would just smash it up or something.

I proceeded to place it on top of my outdoor playset and spend the afternoon worshipping it.

I remember stripping down to my underwear, crawling along the floor on my belly and scurrying to bask under lamps; all while loudly announcing to my mother "I'M A SALAMANDER!"

Punching my penis to stop it from getting a boner.

Yeah...

I used to pretend I was Yugi from Yu Gi Oh.

Drank my own urine

Broke my arm punching a couch.

edited 16th Feb '12 4:59:07 PM by TheFoxsCloak

I also pretended my imaginary friend was real and would talk to him.

His name was Jeff and he was cool.

I fell on a stair, and it went through my entire chin.

x5 I doubt that's uncommon.

I also used to wear dresses and bras and stuff them with socks and stuff so I'd have breasts.

. . .

My God I've wanted to be a girl all my life.

I doubt that's uncommon as well.

No retractable pen in my house was safe. I would always go around, find retractable pens, disassemble them to see how they worked, and then scattered the parts and went on my merry way

I still do that.

I used to always wake up at night and find wherever our german shephard was sleeping and i would curl up beside her and go back to sleep. My mom would find me curled up sleeping all over the place in the house

I was clicking a pen when I read that, and now I kinda wanna take it apart...

I once ate grass. I think. Pretty sure I did it. And one Christmas I woke up in the middle of the night, wandered out through the loungeroom, past something large, so I could sleep in my parents bed. The thing I wandered past turned out to be a teepee my mum had made, and I remember thinking in the morning when I saw it "I could have slept in there".

I was a bit of a pyromaniac when I was a kid.

Let's just leave at that.

edited 17th Feb '12 12:46:38 AM by Ekuran

I once balanced on one of our rails, and pretended to be an acrobat.

Apparently I collected cards, as in old credit cards, bank cards, id cards, etc. and would read what they said to people. This was when I was like 2 or 3.

I had two imaginary friends, called Mortimer and Ten. Ten was a girl. Incidentally, they were both from books. Can you guess which ones?

Because I can't remember exactly.

A relative of mine is in maintenance, so he usually has cool stuff lying around. When I was 8, I asked him for a refridgerator (I'm sorry, I can never spell that right) box. I got one, and promptly made a house. I would read in the back of it, and I had a week's supply of water and food. Then my cat peed in it.

I was an inventive child, so I made little people out of twist ties and made cities for them. In one apartment, we had a loft with a staircase. I made a elevator system for them, out of a spool of thick green string that I snatched from that relative's workshop. I made complicated storylines for them and everything. Lots of murder and general sadness. I was a messed up kid.

Heck, when I need help plotting for that book I'm attempting to write, I still make them. Only this time there's a slightly larger amount of drama.

edited 17th Feb '12 10:25:18 AM by CheeseTheCat

I used to occasionally do this thing where I'd 'write' by doing the same peaked scribbling seen in cartoons.

Ironic. Like Aiko, I also had an Imaginary Friend named Jeff. But he was a 100 foot tall Space Giraffe with a horrible cockney accent.

Once, when I was about eight, my grandmother had an infestation of cutworms and grasshoppers in her garden. Since I liked fooling around with bugs anyway, she told me that she'd give me a nickel for every one of the pests I killed. I think she would've trusted my kill-count, within reason, but I decided physical proof was needed for this job.

So I got a pair of hedge trimmers (the little ones you can squeeze with one hand,) and a plastic bag and proceeded to commit all kinds of grisly executions on the poor invertebrates. After each kill I'd take the hedge trimmers and nip their little heads off, to be my evidence as a bounty hunter. When I finally got tired of this game, I returned into the house with a Ziplock bag half-full of severed caterpillar and locust heads. Grandmother was... impressed, and told me she'd increase the bounty to 10 cents apiece if I'd get those horrible things out of her kitchen.

I earned nearly five dollars that day, but for some reason, grandmother never brought up that offer again.