Strange things you did as a child?

I used to wear my suit to sporting events.

Pen caps, disposable forks, etc. Hope that explains my unconventional behavior somehow.

I was an only child, very shy.

Now I'm an obnoxious ass. Who can tell what will happen to kids nowadays?

I once shoved some carmel corn up my nose. The doctor said he had remove popcorn before but never "carmel" corn. I was proud of the fact. I love being original when I can.

I love carmel corn!

I had two friends, a boy and a girl, who used to come get me while I was dreaming. The whole house would be lit up in yellow light, and I could float on air. They'd take me outside and up the street to this place where they'd show me movies of the future. (I knew they were about the future because they told me.)

Sometimes the movies were fun and showed a lot of good things that would be happening, but a lot of them were very frightening, many of them with people burning and screaming, and war, and one in particular showed a big, potato-shaped rock hurtling toward the Earth.

They would tell me, "you have to remember that when this happens, you should do that."

I was about three or four at that time, but I am convinced it's the reason why my parents kept a psychiatrist on retainer.

--bkl

And when my kindergarten teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said, "a squirrel".

I don't care who else posts, you WIN!

It's so funny the way kids think--as if you need to mature to become a squirrel--like there's a three-year community college course on it or something.

into our septic tank. He was a smart ass. I was a bold ass.

My big brother and I used to make little mechanisms of wires, with a spring between the wires, and then plug the wires into wall sockets, producing either:

1. A shower of sparks;

2. a red hot glowing spring; or

3. a blown fuse, whereupon bro and I would run and hide, hoping nobody would blame us. Never, never worked.

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would conduct "Most Disgusting Plate Arrangement" contests. One could only win by eating the contents of one's submission.

My mom used to get these pennies stamped into somekind of salty rock..I have no idea what it was...But I used to lick em till my tongue split

My parents frequently kept the doors and windows open before we got central AC in our home in suburban Miami. Flies were everywhere, especially against the screen windows frantically trying to escape.

Before a trip, and they were numerous, I would capture several flies from off the screens in large pill bottles, and poke tiny holes in the bottletops. Then I would release the flies as we headed north, primarily in north Florida or southern Georgia. Don't ask me why.

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Things around me became strange as I was pulled from one environment to another. But I did acquire a strange attachment to a little red felt beret that someone gave me and I insisted on wearing it on every train, plane, ship and automobile I was forced to be on much to the big adults dismay. They did notice that I was much easier to get along with if they didn't object to the beret.

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Seriously, I would blow into ash trays, and the ashes would go everywhere. I guess I liked the way the ashes floated.

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1. I used to slide down staircases on my ass.

2. I used to bend over and plant my face down on the carpet, and with my legs, push myself across the room. I got huge red welts between my eyes and my forehead. A little red splotch is still visible today.

3. I used to take a paper plate, squirt spicy brown mustard all over it and slam it into my face. THEN (as if it can get any more bizzare) I would run to the bathroom and stick my head in the toilet.

4. I once flushed every single one of my mom's beauty products down the toilet.

5. I once slipped and fell down a moving escalator at a mall. I tumbled head over heels down the entire thing until a glass case with ceramic vases broke my momentum.

I have others, but I don't want to scare anyone. I had a pretty weird childhood for someone who considers himself normal.

At the dinner table I would place 3 cereal boxes around my plate so I wouldn't see anyone and they wouldn't see me. My parents eventually got fed up with that and made me stop. Thereafter I would eat with one arm folded in front of my face so no one could see me.

I used to built forts out of the couch pillows and refrigerator boxes. Never did it at the dinner table though.

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We would throw rocks at the cars on the train cars going by. If we ever would have gotten caught my Dad would have beaten the sh!t out of us.

I started my own barber shop at age five (immediately after finding my first pair of scissors). I had managed to rearrange several heads of hair when I made the unfortunate mistake of taking a bit of ear off. That was the last, and loudest customer I had.

It filled the whole room, and took me the better part of a day to make.

I was prolly 6-8 at the time.

When I was about 10, I saved my pennies and bought this really cool slingshot called a "Wrist Rocket". For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to go out into the woods and hunt wild boar with my weapon. Long story short, I ended up spending the better part of a muggy afternoon perched on the branch of a scrub pine...waiting on this very angry, (though quite healthy) animal to get bored, so I could climb down and slink home. Never lifted a weapon to a living thing since!