As I was heading home the other day, I took an unexpected trip down memory lane. I have no idea what set this off, but I had an enjoyable drive home. When I look at this list I find myself thinking that I was an odd little duck. Then I jump to my own defense, declaring “I wasn’t weird. I was CREATIVE!” For example :
I would fill my lite brite with colored pegs in a random pattern, then sit and marvel at my creation. It wasn’t the artwork itself, but the glow of the colored lights that appealed to me.
I also spent a mind-boggling amount of time staring at the Christmas tree.
I wore my ice skates in the house and “skated” on the lino. No idea how my parent’s never found out about that.
I got one of those candy-filled tubes with the plastic cartoon head on the top. I decided it would make a great finger puppet, so I forced it onto the end of my index finger, where it became stuck.
Jim Henson’s “The Frog Prince” scared the crap out of me.
My friends and I would play “haunted house”. I would come up with these complex backstories and intricate characters. The response was disappointing. They wanted blood, guts, and gore. I was giving them a psychological thriller.
I played “Mermaid” in the tub and flooded the floor on a regular basis. My parents DID find out and were not at all happy about it.
I memorized the book “Barney Beagle Plays Baseball” and my mother would hear me reciting it in my crib.
I had a Fisher Price radio that played “Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head”. I would wind it up and hold it to my ear so I could hear the whir of the music box motor as it played. I’m surprised I didn’t deafen myself.
So, what sort of weird stuff did you do as a kid? Feel free to liberate my idea for your own blog. I would love to see what everyone else remembers.