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doveanunu · Dooney & Bourke

I used to *really* believe I was the mother of invisible elves that I adopted. I also tried to call the devil on the phone to tell him off. I figured his number must be 765-4321.

Yes, i was strange.

Maddie · Coach

I was a really mature kid and have since regressed. I of course did dumb kid things, but I remember having very mature thought processes and thinking the same way about a lot of the same things I do now. I remember usually seeing though things that were aimed at kids and liking to just do my own thing in situations like day care and stuff. I also remember getting annoyed with kids and adults for the same things I do now - being prententious, lieing, being an attention whore, not treating people respectfully.

I was also very into imagination games. My friends and I created this whole world where we had horses and we would play every recess. We even wrote books about it. We called it "The Horse Game." My horse's name was Ace, he was white. I also created really elaborate stories with my American Girl dolls and Playmobil. Oh, and even up til like 6th grade I would pace back and forth in my yard talking to myself and making up stories, usually about pioneers.

doveanunu · Dooney & Bourke

quote:
Originally posted by: Maddie
"I was a really mature kid and have since regressed. I of course did dumb kid things, but I remember having very mature thought processes and thinking the same way about a lot of the same things I do now. I remember usually seeing though things that were aimed at kids and liking to just do my own thing in situations like day care and stuff. I also remember getting annoyed with kids and adults for the same things I do now - being prententious, lieing, being an attention whore, not treating people respectfully.

I was also very into imagination games. My friends and I created this whole world where we had horses and we would play every recess. We even wrote books about it. We called it "The Horse Game." My horse's name was Ace, he was white. I also created really elaborate stories with my American Girl dolls and Playmobil. Oh, and even up til like 6th grade I would pace back and forth in my yard talking to myself and making up stories, usually about pioneers. "

Hehehe My best friend and I would play "pioneers" all the time.

Maddie · Coach

I freaking loved pioneers. I fantasized about going back to the "olden days" (am I the only one who used to say that?) and becoming just like Laura Ingalls Wilder. To be honest, I still do. A lot of times when I'm hiking or washing dishes by hand I pretend I'm a pioneer. Jeez, this is what I mean by regressing. I used to be so mature and now I act like I'm 8.

Elle · Hermes

Hehehe this is a good one! I was extremely outgoing as a very young child, then I swung over to painful shyness around age 5. My mom did daycare from home so I had a couple friends around most of the time, and we were obsessive Barbie players. We would create elaborate scenarios and document them, along with all the 'families' and their names/ages, etc. I think there is still a HUGE box of Barbie paraphernelia in my parents basement somewhere.

poptart · Coach

quote:
Originally posted by: Maddie
"I freaking loved pioneers. I fantasized about going back to the "olden days" (am I the only one who used to say that?) and becoming just like Laura Ingalls Wilder. To be honest, I still do. A lot of times when I'm hiking or washing dishes by hand I pretend I'm a pioneer. Jeez, this is what I mean by regressing. I used to be so mature and now I act like I'm 8."

I totally relate! My best friend and I used to "play" Laura Ingalls by a tiny tiny tiny stream near my house which we pretended was Plum Creek. I blame it on the fact that both of our fathers were ministers and there were tons of things we couldn't do/didn't have ... like television, video games, etc. Which I am grateful for now, because I developed a lot of other hobbies, but as a child I'm sure I was just strange. (And now I am completely normal ha ha ).

RyanJ · Coach

quote:
Originally posted by: doveanunu
"I used to *really* believe I was the mother of invisible elves that I adopted. I also tried to call the devil on the phone to tell him off. I figured his number must be 765-4321.

Yes, i was strange."

Holy crap that is so funny that you called the devil. That is hysterical.

When I was little I use to cut pictures out of magazines of peoples and animals that I liked. I would replace real photos of my family w/ picutures from the magazines and then tell my friends that magazine photos were my family. The people in the frames looked nothing like my family- they were sometimes an entirley different race.

-- Edited by RyanJ at 12:55, 2005-02-16

Maddie · Coach

quote:
Originally posted by: LMonet
"Hehehe this is a good one! I was extremely outgoing as a very young child, then I swung over to painful shyness around age 5. My mom did daycare from home so I had a couple friends around most of the time, and we were obsessive Barbie players. We would create elaborate scenarios and document them, along with all the 'families' and their names/ages, etc. I think there is still a HUGE box of Barbie paraphernelia in my parents basement somewhere."

You don't even want to know the "elaborate scenarios" my Barbies got involved in.

sfclinevandy · Coach

When I was really little (like 2), I was the biggest spoiled brat. When I didn't get my way or my parents tried to discipline me, I would hold my breath until I turned blue then would pass out. The first time I did it my mom thought I killed myself, but I came to a few seconds later. I eventually stopped because my peditrician told my parents to put me in the cold shower when I started to get mad and hold my breath... I didn't like that so my pass-out tantrums abruptly ended.

lindsayp · Kenneth Cole

apparantly when I was 3 I told my mom she was "a bloody hell bad mother." um, quite a mouth on a 3 year old!

oh, and then one morning my mom was rushing me to get ready for school, like 2nd or 3rd grade, and I was mad at her so I threw an open can of wet catfood at her. It was one of those really loose ones, like turkey and giblets or something so it got ALL over her!

I really was an evil child, was an evil teenager too. I guess my parents should have seen it coming from past behavior

theotherjess · Chanel

Well there were these really cool glow in the dark, dangling, alien earrings in fifth grade...so cute, right?

bumblebee · Dooney & Bourke

i was really outgoing and bubbly and talked non-stop. my german grand-dad nicknamed me "schnutterguntz," which apparently means "motor-mouth" in german (although i have never been able to verify that fact...). i was really verbal very early on--my mom said she dropped me off to stay the weekend at a friend of hers' house and the woman told her "i've never heard a two year-old speak entirely in complete sentences." apparently i was exhausting to be around. i got in trouble for being "too social" at school fairly often. i figured out how to read when i was about 3, so i used to read the notes to the parents that the teacher would send home with the kids in my preschool class. she caught on pretty quickly.

i used to adore laura ingalls wilder, too. my mom made me a laura costume for halloween one year. my mom was pretty strict about tv and movies, so we played a lot of imagination games, too. i liked "airplane," which involved sitting with my friends in rows on the stairs, "turtles," which made use of these giant furry floor pillows that we would strap to our backs, and "sledding," which was about the aforementioned stairs, laundry baskets, my brother and me and my dog, and a lot of wipeouts, usually follwed by afternoons spent in the "time-out chair."

Cricket · Gucci

When I was about 10, in the height of the Cabbage Patch Kids craze, after a fight with my younger sister, I "hanged" her CPK. I tied it to her ceiling fan by its neck and turned the fan on. She was convinced her baby was dead for awhile after that.

Another funny story that comes to mind, is when I wrote "asshole" (in BIG letters) with a fat blue magic marker on the inside of my parents bathroom cupboard. I was about 7. I remember it vividly. But I didn't do it, I said. The mentally retarded boy across the street did it. He always did it. For some reason, my parents never painted over it or tried to get if off. It's still there to this day.

-- Edited by Cricket at 17:36, 2005-02-18

dc · Dooney & Bourke

I was a little daydreamer, and very creative (I think I stopped developing creativity in my late teens because I consider myself only slightly above average now). My teacher in 3rd grade said I was always daydreaming about my barbies. My sister and I wouldn't just play with them, we'd narrate their whole days down in this room we had in the basement that was just for our barbies and their little houses. When a barbie got mad, we'd say "Her eyebrows went down and her teeth turned grey." (Now that's mad!) Weird kids. We were also really into writing little stories about ourselves and our friends - my sister in particular - usually involving some sort of intrigue with boys that would culminate at a school dance (this is when I was about 10 and she was maybe 12). She stopped palying with barbies around then and I did, too, because it wasn't the same alone or with other people. We had our own little barbie world.

Also, I was always spacing out during soccer games and I'd end out twirling around in the center of the field while my team was off chasing the ball. My poor mom must have been pretty embarrassed.

Oh - and I liked to write love letters. I wrote one to Shaun Cassidy when I was 5 that my dad xeroxed and showed his whole office (I still have it! It has a little map to my house on it). Then I wrote one like a year later to this kid on my soccer team and my mom showed his mother. And in 5th grade I got in trouble in class for passing love notes with my little "boyfriend."

One more thing about me was that I didn't talk until I was two or so (I think my sister probably spoke on my behalf). Then I spoke in full sentences. Apparently in the year when I was 2 (before I was 3) my mom used to come up and say my prayers and every night I would mutter something when she said "Amen." She couldn't figure it out. Then one night after she said my prayer and "Amen" I sat up and said very clearly,"And ALL LADIES TOO." She was totally taken aback. (I thought she was saying "all men.") I don't know if it's a coincidence that I focused on feminist theology in my major (religious studies) at college, but it's sort of funny.

-- Edited by dc at 21:59, 2005-02-18

Escrime · Kate Spade

I was SUPER quiet, and I read a lot.

A LOT. The teachers were even concerned about my lack of socializing.

My family was super poor when I was growing up until I was about 12 (my dad's construction business took off), and I went to schools that were hyper conscious about money and image, so I tended to stick to myself a lot. We weren't allowed to watch TV, so I wrote a lot in my journals. I still have some of them, and when I read them now, they make me laugh. I was always making up stories about little asian girls who were able to eat anything besides Vietnamese food and could watch TV whenever they wanted.

sfcaligirl · Dooney & Bourke

i think i had a split personality or something when i was little- i was either a super girly princess (my grandfather actually called me "the little princess" because i was the first girl grandchild) or a tomboy.

as a girly girl, i would twirl around in my favorite dresses and show people my "big girl undies"- remember the underwear with rows of lace or ruffles on the butt? i LOVED showing those off. i dreamed of being a princess married to a member of the beach boys (so random, i know!) and snuggles, my teddy bear, came EVERYWHERE with me. i carried him around by his tail. my best friend and i called our fancy porcelain dolls "romantic dolls." i also liked to speak with what i thought was a french accent- for example, i never said that i wanted to color. it was "i want to colour." (pronounced co-lure)

i used to hang out with a few of my boy cousins all the time, so i think that's where my tomboy tendencies came from. i had matchbox cars and tonka trucks (mixed in with all my dolls and barbies) and loved to play outside, go fishing, and race bikes. i would come inside completely filthy and refuse to take a proper shower- i preferred to be hosed down outside in the yard! yup, no problems with public nudity...

when i got a little older (roughly ages 7 to 9), my absolute favorite game was "lost kids." my best friend, her little brother, and i made it up. we ran around the yard, pretending that we had somehow been separated from our parents and the whole game was spent trying to find somebody to take us in. when we got tired or when it started to get dark, we would "happen" upon my house and say things like, "oh thank god! we're saved! maybe this nice family will take us in!" then we would creep up to the house and press our faces up against the windows and try to look really cold and sad. we definitely scared my parents the first time, but then they started to play along (laughing to themselves the whole time of course). they'd open the door and say, "oh my! you must be lost kids! why don't you come in and have some dinner?"

ah, good times....