I used to pretend that my grandmother was on the planes flying overhead and that she was coming to visit with lots of presents.
I used to sit Indian style and then somersault across the room.
I used to want to be small enough to live in my dollhouse. I would go around collecting things that could be used as furniture (like a spool of thread as a table like in Stuart Little) for the day when I turned into a miniature person.
I used to have a huge ball of bubblegum in a plastic bag that I added all my chewed up gum to.
I thought that if I really believed, and spun around hard enough, I could turn into Wonder Woman.
In 4th or 5th grade I convinced a boy that I could talk to a squirrel that lived in a tree on our playground. I totally forgot about it - he reminded me years later, when we were both in college. I'm still not sure why he ever believed me!
I had a favorite stuffed dog and brought it everywhere with me. I would hold it up in the car window and thought that people in the cars next to us would think it was real. I'd move it around with my arm below the window so they couldn't see my arm moving the dog. I thought that they thought it was the cutest real dog. I also hid under my bed while playing barbies so that they could go to the club. I think I was afraid of my parents coming in and seeing my barbies kissing and stuff lol
My best friend and I used to take our gum out and put it on our night stands, then put it back in in the morning. I stopped when I realized the gum was pulling off paint chips with it :?
We also also used to put a boombox out on the porch roof and turn it on to techno and jump on the trampoline for hours. Dancing to techno.
We would take a huge pile of blankets and pillows out either to the trampoline or all of the way to the barn and try to spend the night. When we would get cold we would come creeping back inside at 3 am. One of our goats got into our hay room (where we were sleeping) and chewed up my doll lol
I thought that if I really believed, and spun around hard enough, I could turn into Wonder Woman.
My cousin convinced me when I was 4 that if I squatted on the ground and closed my eyes, I could lay an egg. Then when my eyes were closed, he put a chocolate egg under my butt.
You guys are reminding me of all the crazy shit I did as a kid. I was speshul.
I started learning Spanish as a kid, and when my Mom and I would go to stores and talk to employees or other people, I would pretend that I didn't speak English. My Spanish wasn't that good yet, and my Mom was obviously a native English speaker.
I slept in a sleeping bag on top of my bed for two years. No idea why!
I slept in a sleeping bag under my sister's bed, and pretended we had bunk beds!
HA! DH's college roommate lofted his bed to the highest setting and slept under it in a sleeping bag. He was a weird fuck though, and about 20 years old.
Post by peachdragon on May 8, 2014 14:24:24 GMT -5
I used to act like I had a horse that I took everywhere. We would go to a restaurant and I would need to be seated where I could look out the window at him. When we left I would tie him to the trailer hitch.
I started learning Spanish as a kid, and when my Mom and I would go to stores and talk to employees or other people, I would pretend that I didn't speak English. My Spanish wasn't that good yet, and my Mom was obviously a native English speaker.
In a similar vein, I would just talk complete gibberish because I thought people would believe I was talking a different language.
I slept in jimmy rigged teepee on the front lawn for an entire summer.
I played a lot of imagination-based games by myself, generally involving being a pioneer. (I still love Oregon Trail and I was obsessed with the Little House books.)
I used to fill the pockets of my coat with the butter mints they had in the lobby of the steakhouse we always went to for special dinners. One time, I had enough for a month.
We used to ride our bikes through the undeveloped part of our neighborhood and play in the trees. We all cried when the trees were cut down so they could build more houses.
Used to ride our bikes to our pharmacy, buy fifty cents worth of gummy fish and NY Seltzer (blueberry 'natch).
Oh! I used to do water color landscapes and painted on the wall in my bedroom.
The township I lived in repaved the roads and did some patching with tar one year, and my friend and I collected tar balls on our way to school and stuffed them in random gutters so we could pick them up on the way home.
I also purposefully glued my fingers together with super glue/fake nail glue on more than one occasion, just to peel them apart.
I had a crocheted blanket, and when I was 3 - 5, I used to wrap it in different ways around myself to make dresses. I would tie the tassels around my wrists and use belts to be a fashion designer.
In middle school, I'd make up dances to every song I had on CD. Spent hours in my room choreographing. That might not be weird, but all the dance training I have had amounts to about six weeks of tap and gymnastics when I was 5. I thought I looked awesome.
I did the dance from the "Everybody" videos by the Backstreet Boys in front of thousands of people at a conference when I was 14.
I would run around the yard singing "With a Smile and a Song" from Snow White at the TOP of my lungs. I was convinced that all the little woodland animals would come running to me because my voice was so beautiful and soothing.
I would take old dried up leaves, crush them to bits and then sprinkle them off the side of the porch to feed my "fish". I could do this for 30 minutes or more.
I thought I could trick him or an angel or someshit and trap his voice on my voice recording pen.
So I'd have fake prayers that ended up like People questionnaires, thinking that the voice recording pen would catch the voice in the act answering my thoughtful questions like "Do you like tennis?" that I couldn't hear IRL.
Surprisingly, it never worked.
I did freak the fuck out the first time I saw someone using voice recording stuff on like a ghost hunting show. IT WAS MY IDEA IN THIRD GRADE, GHOST PLUMBER MAN. BACK OFF. IT DOESN'T WORK AND NOW I KNOW YOU'RE A FRAUD.
Oh, and in grade school, I would ONLY eat PB&J sandwiches for lunch. If my mom tried to give me something else, I wouldn't eat it. My first grade teacher wrote my mom a note that said that she needed to send something else for me to eat, because it wasn't a balanced diet. My mom sent one back saying, "if you can get her to eat anything else, be my guest."