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wow. I was expecting to read things like "I ate my boogers" or "I used to stink-palm" myself. I was a normal kid growing up. Basketball, baseball, football. GI Joe, He-man and the Masters of the Universe. [censored] like that. [/ QUOTE ] I think not having a strange childhood quirk would make you abnormal. FREAK! I alway tried to be a good kid. So when I did bad things I was convinced it wasn't me, it was the germs inside my head. I would say things like, "Mommy it wasn't my fault, the germs mixed up my mind." Of course this would make my parents even more angry because they thought I was trying to lie to them. But I was really convinced at the time the germs were [censored] with my head. |
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Wow, there are some weird MFers in this thread, with GA probably winning the crown right out of the gate.
I grew up playing jr. golf, and we had a gravel front yard. My old man was mostly sedentary and pretty useless as far as house upkeep went, so he didn't seem to mind that I turned the front yard into a golf course. The house was on a somewhat busy corner no less. I used my feet to clear out bare patches for nine greens and two teeboxes per hole. I used a putter to carve out a hole on each green - which, since they weren't too deep, would punish putts hit too hard as they would roll out the other side. I then made a double-sided scorecard, one side had a little map, the other side had the distance for each hole from each tee (in feet), par, handicap, and several rows in which to write your score. You'd just play with a putter, obv. It was a pretty legit par 36 with two par 5s and two par 3s and enough terrain, trees, and obstacles to make the course interesting. To me, anyway. Plus the gravel created enough variance that hitting it onto the bare "green" meant something. For some reason I never considered that people driving, walking, or riding by may consider me putting on our gravel front yard to be a little strange. |
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I was playing hockey on my bed with my toys and I was keeping accurate stats for teams and players. My favorite toys always ended up winning the scoring title. [/ QUOTE ] I did something similar to this. I would throw a tennis ball at the steps in front of my house and, depending on where the ball ended up after it bounced, I would determine if it was a single, double, etc. I'd have the Phillies play somebody, and I'd keep stats for how they did. I used to keep full rosters. I guess that's pretty weird. |
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#34
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I set leprechaun traps over clover patches as late as 2nd grade or so.
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When I was a kid me and a friend of mine had a whole lego city with stores, a castle, people, friends etc. We played with that for like a month.
We also used to dress up in full army fatigues and run around out neighbor hood doing all different types of missions. I wonder what people thought driving by seeing three kids decked out in military clothes donning bb guns. he he he |
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[ QUOTE ] We also used to dress up in full army fatigues and run around out neighbor hood doing all different types of missions. [/ QUOTE ] I think this is normal...everyone I know did this. |
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Me, my brother and a couple friends invented this game where we were all either drug dealers or undercover agents, and the drug that we dealt in was called "boap," which was actually soap, represented by the courtesy soap bars they used to give out in Hiltons.
We had thousands of them from years of going swimming there and stealing a few each time. So it was a pretty elaborate game, with badges, busts, boap deals gone awry. We had currency, which a few of us went to Kinko's and counterfeited one time. Inflation was a bitch, we were all worth trillions. |
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I just thought of something else. A friend and I set up a detective agency to combat all the crime going down in our rural south jersey neighborhood. We determined that someone our age had a major drug problem. That was our biggest case. I think we were 7 or 8 years old. We used code names for everything in case someone found our files.
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#39
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These elaborate games are a little odd, but if you had friends then it was just being imaginative. No offense but you may be normal.
Another weird thing about me is that I was basically a never nude. When I was really little (6-7) I refused to change my underwear because if I did the monsters would fly through the windows and kill me. When I did change I did it very quickly so they wouldn't notice. I would cover my junk with washcloths in the shower, even when I wasn't time traveling. I was never sexually abused either--just plain weird. I'm odd now, but so much less than you'd expect based on how f-in nuts I was as a kid... |
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This isn't that weird but me and my friends would play American Gladiators in the backyard. The best one was the assualt. Since I had every type of nerf gun we would make cardboard box stations and have a different gun for each station, while the 'gladiator' sat on top of the monkey bars with the target next to him. His gun looked like this:
It was a badass game. I also started my own comic strips. One had aliens I made up and the other was called revenge of the turkeys. They were pissed off about thanksgiving so they went on a rampage and started killing humans. |
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