Silly things you did as a kid

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^ my dad used to be able to go up 2 stairs at a time an I always tried to copy him, but failed miserably.

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I was 18, so just out of kiddom, but I remember trying to go to bed on 9/11 (well, it was more 4am, 9/12) and I was too scared to sleep with the light off! I remember I was even scared to sleep in my bed and at one point tried to sleep in my bathroom! Maybe I thought there was going to be another bigger attack.

Oh I also thought that this was going to be the norm from now on, just a terrorist attack once a month.
 
My dad was deaf in his left ear, so I developed a habit of always being to the right of other people .

When I was in the second grade, I got into a fight over a glittery pencil and ended up getting stabbed in the eyelid with it.

At around age four or five, I found a balloon with a sandbag tied to it, so I cut it open and poured all of the sand into my Barbie's tub. I have no idea why :\

I once put my finger on the stove just to see what it felt like to be burned. When my mom was treating my burn she asked why I had my hand on the stove, so I lied and said I didn't know it was on.

I had a lot of resentment towards my older cousin. My grandmother was always going on about how much prettier she was than me, and how I needed to be more like her. So, one day when my cousin and I were sitting in the car, I tore a fist-sized chunk of her hair out :(
 
telegramsamo said:
I had a lot of resentment towards my older cousin. My grandmother was always going on about how much prettier she was than me, and how I needed to be more like her. So, one day when my cousin and I were sitting in the car, I tore a fist-sized chunk of her hair out :(
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telegramsamo said:
I once put my finger on the stove just to see what it felt like to be burned.
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I'm pretty sure I did the same thing.

My grandfather on my mom's side had diabetes, and my cousins and I thought the word was hilarious. So we'd say "Pop Pop has diabeebee!" all the time without knowing what it was.

One time when my parents were watching a movie in the living room, I went into the kitchen for some reason and spotted a mouse trap. Being the genius that I was, I went for the cheese and the trap sprung on my finger.
 
telegramsamo said:
I had a lot of resentment towards my older cousin. My grandmother was always going on about how much prettier she was than me, and how I needed to be more like her. So, one day when my cousin and I were sitting in the car, I tore a fist-sized chunk of her hair out :(
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That's hardcore! Did she ever forgive you?
 
pickleniggo said:
That's hardcore! Did she ever forgive you?
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Yes, fairly quickly iirc. We were always getting into fights about stupid stuff, and probably weren't the best people to be hanging out together. I was an instigator and she was a tattletale.

I remember she used to make us play terrible role playing "games." She would come up with these bad soap opera type plots and have us act them out. Whenever she watched a movie or a show she would "be" all the characters she liked, I got to be whatever character she didn't like. Once when we were watching Full House, she got to be D.J., Becky, Stephanie, and Michelle. I didn't even like playing, but I always got a little mad about it.
 
I'm necro-ing this thread because facebook just reminded me me of an old note I published. I transcribed a page from a diary I kept in 1998 when I was almost nine years old. It's pretty incredible.

Orange is my favorite color. Because it looks so much like a fruit.Fruit is so tasty. I Love ORANGES AND ORANGE!!MY favorite drink is LEMONADE! It Snowed TODAY! B+!

DO You like POEMS BECAUSE I DO. Poems...



Cows, Barns, Ducks too

A Farmers life is a Life for you!!



NOOOO!



StrawBerry, JelLY, Grapes and PEARS: These foods are not allowed upstairs! MY HEADGEAR IS GONE! I love humpback whales! What are worms made of? HEY! Kelly Burke thinks shes so cool but I know where she keeps her Harry Potter TOYS. Laura likes to read Harry Potter and the other day my sister gave me big M&Ms. NICE.
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(almost) Nine-year-old Biscuits was a special one. I was so hyper active I would actually run around while I was writing in my diary. Eventually I learned to curb some of that energy into physical activities like running and gymnastics, but it was kinda intense for a while there.
 
I remember I liked the color purple because the better tasting cough syrup was purple. Also, Tommy Pickles had a purple band-aid, which I thought was cool as a kid.
 
When I was 4 I would make fun of my Mom's nose so much it actually caused her to get a nose job.
 
I used to want cavities as a kid because I thought the silver fillings looked cool. Turns out, I got my first-ever cavity as an adult.
 
When I was about three I ran down the hall with a chopstick in my mouth, tripped, and it stabbed into the roof of my mouth. I still have a little indentation in my mouth that I can feel with my tongue.
When I was five I ran down the hall with a pillowcase on my head because of something I saw on Winnie the Pooh, tripped, and tore my knee on a broken plastic container. I still have that scar too.
When I was 13 I ran down the hall because I don't even fucking know, hit one wall, flew into a doorway so that my knee hit the doorframe, and got a massive bruise just above my knee.
I'm really kind of stupid sometimes.
 
telegramsamo said:
I once put my finger on the stove just to see what it felt like to be burned. When my mom was treating my burn she asked why I had my hand on the stove, so I lied and said I didn't know it was on.
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I did this, but with a fucking knife and the tip of my finger.

And then I accidentally got soap into the cut... Needless to say, the experience makes me a little bit uneasy around sharp knives even now.

I also doodled shit all the time on everything when I was back in third or fourth grade. Stupid shit that in retrospect makes me want to cringe and maybe burn it all. Heck, most of the time, I was off in my own little world, which really scares me, now that I look back on it.

To be fair, my imagination has always been overactive, and it still is now. I've just learned how to restrain and focus it more.
 
I punched myself in the face once.
 
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