When I was little (about 2-3 years old), I would ride my big wheel upstairs. My Dad went downstairs to do the laundry, and I wanted to talk to him. I rode my big wheel to the top of the stairs and called out, "Dad! Dad! ...Dad! ...Alright, I'm coming down!". He must not have heard me, so I went straight down the flight of wooden stairs and broke my collar bone. He ignored it for the rest of the weekend until my mom came to pick me up. When she saw that one shoulder was raised much higher than the other, and I would cry whenever you touched it, she took me to the hospital to find I had broken my collar bone.
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I was always really bad at sliding doors when I was young. I don't know why, but it was always really hard to differentiate glass from air back then. Thankfully, I've now realized I should slide open the door before trying to get to the other side.
Aside from that, according to my parents, I was very mischievous right after I learned to walk. I liked to ruin walls, apparently. I wish I could remember, I figure my memories would be fonder for it.
Aside from that, according to my parents, I was very mischievous right after I learned to walk. I liked to ruin walls, apparently. I wish I could remember, I figure my memories would be fonder for it.
I had five older brothers. So basically they convinced me to do bad things all the time cuz i wanted to be accepted.
For example when I was 6, at the time my brothers ranged ages 8-12 mom was at the laundry mat they convinced me to sit on one of the hanger carts (which I swear come of the assembly line with a bent bar and a wheel stuck in a random direction). They than told me that riding said cart would be fun. I was than shoved by 5, big for their age brothers, thru the aisle. The automatic sliding door opened up and I went out into the parking lot to greet a Chrysler minivan right in it's car door. I was able to get up and run off before the lady in the minivan got out ran inside and hid in the restroom.... the ladies restroom.
We all got in trouble.
For example when I was 6, at the time my brothers ranged ages 8-12 mom was at the laundry mat they convinced me to sit on one of the hanger carts (which I swear come of the assembly line with a bent bar and a wheel stuck in a random direction). They than told me that riding said cart would be fun. I was than shoved by 5, big for their age brothers, thru the aisle. The automatic sliding door opened up and I went out into the parking lot to greet a Chrysler minivan right in it's car door. I was able to get up and run off before the lady in the minivan got out ran inside and hid in the restroom.... the ladies restroom.
We all got in trouble.
Sounds like the little girl from Animaniacs. XD Mindy, I think her name was.Neosage said:
"Whyyyy? Whyyyyyyy? Okay, love you, byebye!"
Anyway. I was very rough and pretty accident prone when I was young. I didn't break lots of bones, but I broke my nose three times before I was 8 years old. The first time was the most.. Well, entertaining, I guess.
I was jumping on the bed, after specifically being told not to. While mum was on the phone in another room, I somehow lost my balance and went flying face-first into the wardrobe. I left a big bloody smear down the doors and started screaming and gurgling and crying. Mum thought I was just being a pain (which I usually was) and called for me to quiet down, nicely, then came in and nearly shit bricks.
The second time I think I was running around our small house and smashed into the corner of a doorway, and the third time I got kicked in the face while going backwards down a slide at school. o.o
So, long story short, I was a ball of energy and a pure tomboy. Football with people twice my size? Bring it on!
.. I wish I had that courage still. XD
I also used to put all kinds of things in my pockets, crayons, clumps of dirt, rocks, crushed pop cans, a fistfull of dandelions, pretty much anything.
This honked my mother off to no end as she had 6 sons and often didn't have time to search through all our pockets before doing laundry. And having 6 sons she wasn't sure exactly who did it.
This honked my mother off to no end as she had 6 sons and often didn't have time to search through all our pockets before doing laundry. And having 6 sons she wasn't sure exactly who did it.
My maternal Grandmother use to call me and my brother search and destroy, he was search, I was destroy. Apparently we would walk around her house and he (being a toddler) Would brag things down and give them to me and delight in watching me play with them in all my infantile glee. I, subsequently would take glee from playing with them.fullmetalangel said:
I use to cry a lot during the night until my mum came in to my bedroom one night and screamed at me something like: "Dads not crying. Your brothers not crying. I'm not crying. WHY ARE YOU CRYING? STOP IT!" I never cried during the night again. Ever.
Yeah. Go me.
no.. no.. not go me.. go you. That is heroic.ansem1532 said:
Nothing, just thought it was fun I imagine. My memory of the past is practically nonexistent. I only know of these events because my mom told me of them.stormcaller said:Wow, do you remember what you were trying to get to?Bourne said:When I was three I had this obsession with climbing on the couch so I could then climb on the lamp post behind it. Well one time I imagined to fall and hit my arm against the coffee table and ended up breaking it although I was so concerned with getting back to my game I never even noticed. It was not until when mom came home (she was at work, so I had a babysitter) that she noticed my arm did not look right. It ended up it was broken, so now my babysitter felt awful yet nonetheless when we came back home mom and her went into the kitchen for a moment and upon there return I was back to my couching climbing broken (now casted) arm and all.
I use to like sitting into the Baby Grand Piano my mom had.
Now for something more normal, I ate an entire bottle of Tums or what was left of it. Doctor said it meant nothing, so so much for those warnings.
I also refused to except "Just because" as an answer and would repeat "why" until I was satisfied with the answer. This was because of my mom always explaining everything however it irritating my aunts and cousins like nothing else.
When I was young I spoke my first word at the age of four, and was often found in strange places after extensive searching. Over the years I continued to be quiet and hide away from people when the urge took hold.
I did this more because i thought said item was neat and wanted to keep it but do to me being a kid forgot about said item when i got home.stormcaller said:
I lit a match once when I was six and I managed to blow it out. That taught me a lesson. Don't ever use casino brand matches.
when ever i wanted something or wanted to do something i would say my tummy did.
Example: "my tummy wants to go to bed."
"My tummy is hungry!"
Example: "my tummy wants to go to bed."
"My tummy is hungry!"
When I was about 6 or 7, I played Age of empires alot. I sucked, but it was fun. So I got the impression that whenever we were in one place for a long time, you build a fort. I remember one time at the doctors office, my mom was getting a check up, and my dad was in the room of resting, and thus, my fort was built. My parents came out to see all the chairs pulled into a corner, with my head sticking out, telling people " to stay away or my archers will attack you". Good times.
He doesn't look a thing like Jesusstormcaller said:
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
(He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when)
When you were young
DEFIANCE!! As for my story, I had once sled down the stairs. Once.
This just came to mind after handofpwn's post:
Last year, I slid down the railing of a ten-step flight of stairs, headfirst into a trash can. The can tipped over and I promptly rolled down the courtyard and hit the fence. Lol...
Note: You're talking to a thirteen year old.
Last year, I slid down the railing of a ten-step flight of stairs, headfirst into a trash can. The can tipped over and I promptly rolled down the courtyard and hit the fence. Lol...
Note: You're talking to a thirteen year old.