When I was one or two years old I got an electronic walking clown from my aunt for Christmas. It was an expensive gift. About two hours after I got it I had dismantled it and taken out the wires, there was no clown anymore and they had to throw the pieces away. I also dismantled a Furby and another toys when I was older.
I used to insult people accidentally quite often. Once I told a friend that her hair looked funny, tried to fix it, and then said "wait, it's just the shape of your head". I didn't understand why she got mad at that moment.
I planted skittles because I wanted skittles rain, I also did that to grow a money tree using my money instead of skittles... those kids were lying!
I was suspended for reading a book in english class...
nuff said...
I remember distinctly being given a doll's pram (stroller) for Christmas and feeling compelled to get into it. I remember struggling with my mother (while my father took a snapshot which I still have, today!) and having a melt down as I tore through the bottom fabric putting my 3 year old body into the little toy stroller. I also remember their disgust ( I was not diagnosed with AS until I was 56 years old, my folks had no idea what was up with me) that I was being 'willfull and disobedient' again and having my behind soundly paddled and made to use it anyway. I also remember putting dolls into it ( and crayons and paper and books and rocks and mud pies. . I didn't make distinctions) and wondering why they kept falling though.
I remember prouncing every word I heard in a song. I would hear the words and 'talk' them out so others' could understand what was being sung. I remember thinking they didn't know how to hear the words and I could, so I was 'helping' them by telling them the words. Didn't matter how many times the song played, didn't matter who was listening, I was interpreting the song for them like it was in a different language and I was the only one that knew what the words were, and I was being gracious ( or so I thought) by letting them in on the meaning of the song. I must have driven them crazy!
oh, yeah, and I have perfect pitch, so when my mother would sing lullabies to my brother and I, I would scream for her not to sing (my mother did NOT have perfect pitch, nor a decent singing voice) I would rock and shout "don't sing, don't sing" holding my hands over my ears and moaning. I was maybe 18 months that I first remembered it.
I was excluded from the lullabies after that. Mom was deeply offended and hurt, I remember.
I remember the first time we were learning about religion in the Catholic primary school I went to. I was about 8 at the time.
The class were having a discussion about what they knew about catholicism and the teacher then started talking about the holy trinity. I was already confused, I was thinking everyone was talking about a film or a cartoon I hadn't seen so when the teacher started talking about the trinity I put my hand up and said "Who's Jesus?".
If I had left it there it would have been fine, but I didn't. The teacher explained who Jesus was, how he walked on water, rose from the dead etc. then this dialogue occured.
Me: So who's God?
Teacher: God is Jesus' father.
Me: So who's the holy spirit.
Teacher: The holy spirit is God.
Me: Is Jesus God?
Teacher: Yes, you're getting it now.
Me: Haha, I get it, your joking.
Teacher: I'm not joking, do you believe in God?
Me: No, you're all crazy, haha.
After that came a serious 3 hour indoctrination from one of the priests of the local church, in which I was obsessed with this guy's nose hair. Eventually I realised I had to pretend to believe to get out of the situation and go out and play.
I near got thrown out of the school because of that, and some kids actually tried to bully me for not believing in a fictional diety, although, by the time they reached 9 they had realised I was the only one in the school telling the truth.
When I was in 3rd grade I discovered the magic of AOL; one night I got bored and went into the chatrooms, and being 9 years old the first thing that came to mind when I saw the room name box was "f***." So, yeah, you can see where this went. I was really proficient with language as a kid so I chatted with the folks in room "f***" for a while without knowing what they were talking about for the most part, and then some girl offered to trade pictures with me. Well, I ended up sending her random pictures that were on the hard drive and she ended up sending me nudes. Needless to say, I was pretty confused, and when my dad got home I asked him what this ws about.
This thread made me remember something that happened like 15 years ago, which I can't explain and still find kind of creepy. It's not really an anecdote since no conclusions can be drawn from it, but I'll share it anyway...
When I was like three or four years old, I was in the living room at night and it was completely dark in the room. I went over to the window and looked up at the sky, and there were green, glowing clouds in it. I'm totally serious. I watched the clouds for a couple minutes, and then went out into the other room to ask my mom about them. She said they were "dew". I don't know what that means, but now whenever someone mentions dew I think of the glowing clouds. It's really creepy.
When I was about 11 in Primary School we were made to play sports & I didnt see any use to knowing how to play (& I couldnt catch a ball if my life depended on it) so I just literally stood there doing nothing for the whole game. Id find ways to avoid doing anything, when we played Basketball/Netball Id just stand in the corner cos there was shade & if the ball came near me id just stick my hand out (I got that from Daria lol, it seemed like the perfect idea so I used it) & during cricket Id go & stand at the other end of the oval cos there was alot of shade. After a while the guys in my class knew I wasnt going to do anything so they made some1 come & stand near me to do my job, & since they had done that Id sit down in the shade & I even started having naps while they were playing lol.. 1 time the ball came right next to me & all the boys on my team were literally screaming at me to throw them the ball & I just stood there but after awhile their voices got irratating so I picked up the ball, threw it about 1 meter & yelled out I threw u the damn ball now leave me alone & I left & went back to the classroom lol... I was always so hurt that I got picked last for everything but now that I think about it I would pick me last to.
When I was in grade 8 at High School we had to take Health & PE & the teacher wanted us to play hockey & i just stood there the whole time, after awhile all the girls that had been bitching the whole time realised I hadnt even moved & they got into groups & started gossoping. About 15 mins later the teacher came up to me & said "Im so glad to see ur making an effort" & im fairly positive he wasnt being sarcastic lol. Then all the boys started yelling at the girls/me to play & we all got detention. I seriously think if the boys hadnt had a hissy-fit I wouldnt have got detention. It was the only time I ever got detention.
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When I was 10 at Primary School we had to play this game called British Bulldogs, dont know if any1s heard of it. I dont remember much about it cos I didnt care. Anyway my team was standing there (think we had to try & stop the other people from getting across the finish line) but nobody was ment to run yet. & this 13 year old grade 7 guy who was much taller then me started running, he was trying to be funny or something & the next thing I know I had grabbed the back of his T-Shirt, he was still running but he wasnt going anywhere & then he fell to the ground gasping for air.... Every1 was so impressed with what I had done & i didnt/still dont know how i did it? All i remember was facing 1 way & then the next second I was facing the other direction, holding some guys t-shirt & he wasnt going anywhere?? Thats the *only* cool thing I ever did during a sports game & I dont even know how. My sister was in grade 7 at the time & remembers it really well. It was so embarrasing, every1 was praising me & alot of them were patting me on the back & stuff. If they hadnt goten over it so quickly I dont know if I could have handeled all the extra attention...
Hahaha... You left the baby at the playground.
My mother often complained that she'd taking me shopping and show me dozens of "beautiful dolls" but I had no interest in them. When I got school age, the school had an order form with all sorts of really cool science toys. I went nuts begging my parents for the ant farm, the Visible Horse (you assembled the internal organs), gyroscopes and an electric motor you assembled yourself. After my parents gave me a microscope, I started bugging all their guests to let me take a sample of their blood for my slides.
My father got in trouble as a little altar boy because he corrected the priest's Latin.
Mother was amused by my blunt statements at a baby shower. Everyone was making a huge fuss over some baby being passed around. When they showed it to me I shrugged and said quite sincerely, “If you’ve seen one baby, you’ve seen 'em all.” I watched silently while people went “oooh” and “ahhh” over a parade of cutesy gifts. At the end I observed, “Babies apparently require a large quantity of paraphernalia.” They seemed to think that was terribly funny.
I had a gang of parents in my school wanting me to be locked away for being dangerous.
Nuff said :p
Another thing.
When I was in year 11, I was an awesome discusser' athletically speaking.
I was practicing the discus out on the field, and the only place I could throw was near the track which was about 30 meters away, the PE guy said it was reasonable as 'I would never throw that"
Anyway he starts sending people running around and I throw my discuss determined to prove him wrong and it lands right in front of people on the track, 31.7 meters from where I was standing.
When he came over and had a go at me about how I could have killed someone.
"I cant help it if I am better than you"