I also used to pretend i had a talk show, and I would talk to the"camera" and also do product reviews and stuff. I would make foil candy wrappers SUPER flat, and save them if they were pretty colors or from a holiday, and not just normal candy. I had an imaginary friend that lived in a drain pipe that was attached to our gutters. I would talk to her inside the pipe. Me and my friends made up code names for all the boys in our class and would only refer to them by their code names when talking to one another. I also used to go out to our trees, and draw birds and stuff that I told my mom I saw, but really they were just imaginary birds. I made tons of "activity plans" for when I got called to baby sit, but we lived in a very small country town and there were no other kids around my house, let alone any that were younger than me. SO there never was any baby sitting happening.
Post by snakeoiltanker on May 8, 2014 15:20:36 GMT -5
I hoarded aluminum foil. Mostly the type that holiday candy is wrapped in. I would unwrap the candy rip the foil along the color lines and roll it into balls, so that I had little red balls from Christmas and pink ones from Easter. I saved them for years and would show everyone my collection.
I would hold yard sales in my room where I would sell my brother the toys I didn't want anymore. Then at the end of the day I'd just shove everything he didn't buy into his room anyway.
I saw ghosts on a regular basis so I started making up tragic stories for them and talking to them. I was pretty sure that there was good and bad ghosts so I did my best to be friendly with the good ones so they would protect me from the bad ones. Turns out I just have ocular seizures and my 'ghosts' disappear which a little medication lol. Thanks for paying attention Dad.
I hoarded aluminum foil. Mostly the type that holiday candy is wrapped in. I would unwrap the candy rip the foil along the color lines and roll it into balls, so that I had little red balls from Christmas and pink ones from Easter. I saved them for years and would show everyone my collection.
I would hold yard sales in my room where I would sell my brother the toys I didn't want anymore. Then at the end of the day I'd just shove everything he didn't buy into his room anyway.
I saw ghosts on a regular basis so I started making up tragic stories for them and talking to them. I was pretty sure that there was good and bad ghosts so I did my best to be friendly with the good ones so they would protect me from the bad ones. Turns out I just have ocular seizures and my 'ghosts' disappear which a little medication lol. Thanks for paying attention Dad.
Post by game blouses on May 8, 2014 15:23:10 GMT -5
I was convinced that the founder of our elementary school was buried on the playground. There was a stone with a plaque dedicating the school to her, and there were all these trees and bushes grown in around it, so I was sure it was a grave stone. I got like 20 kids to help me dig, and we got pretty deep before the yard supervisor stopped us. It resulted in the first of many parent conferences about how weird I was.
I used to collect miniature tea sets as a kid. Sometimes I'd sleep over at my grandmas house and she'd always make biscuits in the morning and would let me make tiny ones using a thimble as a biscuit cutter. To eat with my tea set.
My sister and I shared a room when we were small and we convinced ourselves that our cabbage patch kids' eyebrows would wiggle.
Post by Daria Morgandorffer on May 8, 2014 15:34:57 GMT -5
A friend an I convinced eachother that my Gumby doll came alive when it was in my school desk during class. We'd try to "catch him" but we were alway just too slow.
I went through a phase where I repeated everything I said again under my breath and didn't think anyone could hear me.
AND, I used to make my parents watch my dance "recitals" in the living room and then take recital pictures of me. I have many an old photo where I'm trying to look like a super serious professional ballerina. Like, well, this one:
Oh I totally thought of some more! My BFF had a treehouse down in the woods behind her house and we would spend days down there pretending to be pioneer people. We made brooms out of weeds, clotheslines, try to fish in the creek (there were absolutely no fish) and make picnics to take down there.
Another weird one was that I collected clothing tags. If they were sparkly, colorful, or, most awesomely, stickers, I would keep them all in be box in my closet. It got so bad that I would pull tags off of clothes in stores. My mom had to put a stop to that, and I think she was genuinely concerned lol
I used to do the Barbies having sex, too - usually in conjunction with whatever soap opera I (ok, my mom) was watching at that time. And also well after I should have been done playing with Barbies but it was so ADULT and that made it DIFFERENT. I had three Kens so my Barbies were lucky ladies indeed - except for this Barbie I got and hated - Angel Face Barbie - who had two-toned hair that I cut off so she would be even uglier. She never got laid.
I took the Harriet the Spy storyline WAY too seriously and kept a notebook with comments about anyone and everyone. Luckily, no one ever found it. In fact, it didn't resurface until late last year when my mom was cleaning out her garage and had a box with some of my things. There was some truly laughtastic entries including the one about my music teacher who, when she got mad at us for acting up in class (this would have been sixth grade), she would stomp around the room in tears, then gobble up peanut M&Ms - oh and we also found notes she wrote in her desk about how she hated this student or that one.
In junior high, I made up a code language and taught it to my friends so we could write and pass notes so that when we were inevitably caught, the teacher couldn't pull the old read it aloud to the class.
oh, we also had these little gummy pencil toppers that we could get for prizes at school and me and one other girl in my class used to put 2 of them in cups full of water because that's how they "mated", and then we thought there would be baby ones.
Post by deanlicker78 on May 8, 2014 15:50:18 GMT -5
I used to do infomercials for various products. If I was drinking a pop, I would be hosting an infomercial for that pop. I would interview imaginary people to get their opinions.
My grandad caught me doing this once and got the biggest kick out of it. I heard about it FOREVER.
One time I planned to run away from home, I was maybe 6-8. My well thought out plan involved me living in our corn crib, waking up when the bus honked so I could still go to school and surviving on cat food. I was also going to fashion new clothing out of corn husks. Idk why my plan never took off?
I hoarded aluminum foil. Mostly the type that holiday candy is wrapped in. I would unwrap the candy rip the foil along the color lines and roll it into balls, so that I had little red balls from Christmas and pink ones from Easter. I saved them for years and would show everyone my collection.
I would hold yard sales in my room where I would sell my brother the toys I didn't want anymore. Then at the end of the day I'd just shove everything he didn't buy into his room anyway.
I saw ghosts on a regular basis so I started making up tragic stories for them and talking to them. I was pretty sure that there was good and bad ghosts so I did my best to be friendly with the good ones so they would protect me from the bad ones. Turns out I just have ocular seizures and my 'ghosts' disappear which a little medication lol. Thanks for paying attention Dad.
i want ghost stories
Lol, ok It's been awhile but there were a few memorable ones.
There was a very tall thin man who was dripping wet. I told myself he had drown in the local lake, and whenever there was a any kind of unexplained water anywhere I thought it was from him. I was pretty sure he was a bad guy.
There was also a little boy wearing red and blue. He was sad and didn't know he was dead or why he couldn't find his parents. I would try to catch him and hug him but I could never even see these things straight on, they were always in my peripheral vision.
There was also an older man who I thought must of been my grandfather. I would call him to sit with me when I said my prayers and protect me. I attributed all kinds of good things to him.
And black cats, always black cats slinking around and jumping just out of my way. I thought they were just the ghosts of all the black cats that had died and that the fact that they were always hanging around me surely meant I was a witch. Even though I couldn't conjure any powers no matter how hard I tried.
I told my dad about all of this but he just went along with it. I didn't find out till I was 19 that it was caused by ocular seizures. It's really just flashes of color or shadow in the sides of my vision. It's natural for a person to take something abstract like that and make it into a familiar shape like a person or a cat. Add a child's imagination to that and it can go wild.
As a teenager I got pretty good at ignoring it and not talking about it. When I finally mentioned it to a doctor I didn't really believe a medication could make it go away, but it does, and it's a big relief. I miss the cats sometimes though.
Reading all of these has reminded me of one more: When I was in probably 6th/7th grade, I ran an imaginary orphanage for girls. I would spend hours with the Sears and JCPenney catalog picking out things for each new girl. Each girl got a fully decorated room and a full wardrobe, down to socks and underwear. I made lists of everything I "bought" for each girl, so that no one got more than the others did. I had notebooks full of these lists.
When I would play with Barbies by myself, I didn't talk out loud. All of the dialogue was in my head. So I'd be holding the dolls and still doing that thing that is for some reason required, where you sort of bounce whichever one is talking up and down, but I would be silent.
APPARENTLY this is weird, but I still stand by my position that it is much more logical than making out-loud voices for a conversation between dolls that can't actually speak or hear each other.
I NEVER spoke out loud while playing babies! My sisters would get mad at me sometimes because I would forget to talk out loud!
Reading all of these has reminded me of one more: When I was in probably 6th/7th grade, I ran an imaginary orphanage for girls. I would spend hours with the Sears and JCPenney catalog picking out things for each new girl. Each girl got a fully decorated room and a full wardrobe, down to socks and underwear. I made lists of everything I "bought" for each girl, so that no one got more than the others did. I had notebooks full of these lists.
I was, um, really cool.
I used to plan my babies future nurseries (farm animals for the boys, natch) and pick out my wedding parties dresses etc. And pick out the clothes I would wear as a grown up.
Reading all of these has reminded me of one more: When I was in probably 6th/7th grade, I ran an imaginary orphanage for girls. I would spend hours with the Sears and JCPenney catalog picking out things for each new girl. Each girl got a fully decorated room and a full wardrobe, down to socks and underwear. I made lists of everything I "bought" for each girl, so that no one got more than the others did. I had notebooks full of these lists.
I was, um, really cool.
I used to plan my babies future nurseries (farm animals for the boys, natch) and pick out my wedding parties dresses etc. And pick out the clothes I would wear as a grown up.
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The list is endless for me. I was a weird kid. My 9 year old son recently asked me if it's weird that when certain words are spoken he feels compelled to "write" them (no pen) in cursive on his leg . He just brought if up on the way to school today. I told him that it's all good. Seems normal to me .
btay, I also drew dream houses. They we're complete with "Money Rooms" a la Scrooge McDuck (yes, roomS)
I also slathered glue on my hands and peeled it off. Exfoliating from an early age!
My friend and I would make "potions" in our (long shag carpeted) bathroom. We used little Dixie cups and whatever we could find in the bathroom, including my mom's cosmetics. My mom still talks about what an expensive mess it always was, but she says it was worth it because we were quiet and entertaining ourselves. Ha!
The list is endless for me. I was a weird kid. My 9 year old son recently asked me if it's weird that when certain words are spoken he feels compelled to "write" them (no pen) in cursive on his leg . He just brought if up on the way to school today. I told him that it's all good. Seems normal to me .
My mom does this!
When I was walking home from school I used to pretend I was in a soap opera and act out dramatic dialogue.
I renamed myself Tootsie and refused to respond to any other name for a year.
When my parents were selling the first house I lived in, I would go stand out by the sign and pretend to be either a statue or one of Barker's Beauties from Price is Right. Like, I'd either strike a crazy pose and hold very still while a car drove by, or I'd make all these weird gestures as if I was a spokesmodel in charge of displaying the sign. I did this for hours on end. It's a wonder the house sold, lol.
btay, I also drew dream houses. They we're complete with "Money Rooms" a la Scrooge McDuck (yes, roomS)
Oh yeah, I used to make "blueprints" for houses on graph paper. I put the notches for doorways and windows and had kids (with names) assigned to the rooms and stuff.
On days I had art I sat next to Brandon and he was my crush. So I would come up with super cool outfits to impress him. Mind you, we did not have a lot of money so I had to get really creative. Once I went my hair down and then wore my mom's sweatband as a headband. But I didn't wear it normal. I sort of wore it like it was a crown but all of my hair on top of it and just hanging over it. I am sure he was really impressed with me.
This story goes perfectly with your avatar's hair.
It actually looked very similar but picture stringy hair.
- I didn't have any Ken dolls so I made my Barbies have sex with each other. - I made everyone call me Helga and would only answer to that name for weeks. - I would lick wrappers of Big Red gum and stick it to my forehead to see if it would burn - I played monopoly and multiplayer NES games by myself - I would look in the mirror and watch myself cry.
My Barbies never got it on but I had a major kidnapping/bondage obsession--no matter the setting Barbie would end up tied up in rubber bands and Ken had to save her.
I also pretended to be in commercials all the time. Now I'm pushing 30 and my grown ass still occasionally talks to my imaginary YouTube fans while I'm putting on my makeup.
I used to think God had two small notebooks (like handheld steno pads): one he wrote down everything I said, the other was everything I thought but didn't say out loud. I was very afraid I would get in trouble for the thoughts notepad.
I thought dead people turned into giants once they died.
I lost a lightstick my little sister got at the ice capades and I was really afraid she was going to call Hulk Hogan to beat me up. Anxiety for months.