>if I would ever get a cut on accident i would freak out and not tell anyone
>i had long hair and i would take the loose strands of my hair and stick it between my butt cheeks and pull it out later
>always took off my underwear on the couch without anyone looking and throw them behind the couch and just left them there
>>38895497
>i had long hair and i would take the loose strands of my hair and stick it between my butt cheeks and pull it out later
interesting op
I had a period where I refused to talk and just gestured what I wanted like an ewok.
Also I carried a stick.
>>38895552
got me thinkjin to be honest
>>38895497
>tfw I was that kid who literally thought he was a legit Jedi
>enjoyed carrying toy guns around the block and shooting people with it
should do it irl
>>38896239
>tfw I used to "patrol" around the neighborhood with my realistic bb gun collection
I'm so lucky the cop that saw me kept driving instead of shooting me
>i used to run and jump around my living room with just my underwear on making farting noises
>>38895497
>would pull strand of hair from sisters head and make it squeak between my teeth
>would put myself in unbelievable positions to hear my heartbeat
I liked to hear it, now I just wish it would go away so I could die.
>>38895497
I would punch my bruises and cuts because my parents always said "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
I actually have loads of pain tolerance for someone of my build (athletic skinny) but it could just be tard strength (I'm unironically unsure if I'm retarded because I was in special needs in elementary but got out in middle school and lived a fairly normal life)
revused to give a birthday party from the age of 9. Really didnt like people to come to my house, at that young age i allready didnt like people trashing my home that young
>would lie partially under bed naked from the waist down
>when i was 9 years old and got my first period, i would taste it
I had a period where i would roll everywhere in my house. Even got skilled enough to where i could roll down a flight of stairs and land on my feet everytime.
>take dingleberries out of my butt crack and hide them places
>dingleberries around the house
>one day the carpets need to be cleaned
>all the shelves and tables and furniture gets moved
>dingleberries exposed
>See dad picking them up, and he says, "I hope these are raisins and not nutty poop balls"
>I say, "Y-Yeah, raisins"