This is a thread where you can tell us about amusing things which happened when you were younger, which make you laugh when you think back to them, especially if they're linked to AS traits.

To start off - when I was about 10 years old, I was sitting in class, when I could hear a girl on another table behind me joking that I fancied someone.  (It wasn't true, I knew she was just saying it to tease me, in a joking way).  Anyway, I felt really embarrassed by what she said.  I had my ruler in my hand, and I started to bend it in order to take my mind off the embarrassment.

Then suddenly...SNAP!  The ruler broke because I bent it too far.  As I was looking at the broken halves, my learning support assistant came over, and asked how on earth I had managed to break the ruler.  I told her that I did it because I was embarrassed at what the girl was saying, and she laughed and said, "Oh, you can't go round smashing things whenever you feel embarrassed!".  That made me laugh even more.

By the way, it was my own ruler and not the school's, so I wasn't in trouble or anything.

When I was 5 I independently invented a jumper with a different colour when turned inside-out.
I started by putting a jumper on inside-out, then put on another jumper the correct way, and when both were taken off at the same time, turning the whole thing inside-out would produce the pattern/colour of the other jumper.

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...

'Nuff indeed.

When I was really little -- about four -- I wanted to know what it would be like if I couldn't see. So I closed my eyes, ran around my grandma's back yard and fell head first into the fish pond.

I've just remembered another story from my childhood.  When I was about 7 years old at primary school, this woman from the local authority used to come in for an hour each week to see me (I'm not exactly sure what her position was, but she must have been some kind of educational support worker).  She used to take me into a separate room where I could talk to her about how I'm getting on at school and she would try to help me become more confident.  She would also bring in some games and toys.

In the first session, she brought along this big dolls' house.  It was wrapped in a massive piece of bubblewrap.  And during the whole session, I hardly paid any attention to the dolls' house (I never liked make-believe play).  I spent all the time playing with the bubblewrap instead!  I stood on it, jumped up and down to see how many bubbles I could burst.  I was having a lot of fun with that, and at the end of the session, the woman said to me that she was surprised that I hardly touched the dolls' house, and that next week she would just bring in the bubblewrap on its own, seeing as I enjoyed that more.
And that's exactly what she did.  The following week she brought in the bubblewrap all on its own!

It makes me laugh when I think about it now!

Well..... I was in Sunday school, it must 1st or 2nd grade. We were discussing Genesis. And, of course, I was the kid who had to say, "Well, what about the dinosaurs?". My teacher froze, "Er...", then I continued, "Here is my theory...". I think the theory I gave was something like reincarnation, I was aware that my idea didn't work with the seven day thing, but I was too young to come to the conclusion of atheism.

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.

Paddyahern, I went to a Catholic school as a small child and there were Aherns in several classes, including my own.

Anyway, one of the stories I have is that I used to say when my younger siblings were annoying me... "you know...death can be fatal".

One of the funniest stories was when I was in grade 5. We used to go up to the convent to watch science programmes on the nuns' TV set.

Anyway on this one day, our teacher suddenly came out with "Who made that horrrrrrible smell?". I cracked up laughing about how she said it and didn't even notice any smell. The girls said it must have been one of the boys.

We all got into trouble for laughing and she threatened never to bring us to the convent to watch any more TV if we didn't behave.

Also, up until I was about ten, I thought only boys were capable of farting.

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.

Yeah that's pretty funny, eh?

I got another religion one. At six, I was staying at another girl's house, and she was teaching me what prayers were.

It went something like this.

Emma: Dear Jesus...
Me: Jesus? Who's Jesus?
Emma: Jesus is God.
Me: God who?
Emma: God made everything. The flowers and the trees.
Me: But the flowers grow by themselves.
Emma: But God made them that way.
Me: Oh.

And another time my mum was telling me about Catholic religion when I was seven. No-one in my family - to the best of my knowledge - has ever been Catholic and now no-one in my immediate family even has a religion. Mum told me that Catholic's believed that Mary was the mother of God, and my thoughts ran something like this. (at age seven.)

"Hang on. If Mary's God's mother, and God is Jesus' father, and Mary is Jesus' mother, then isn't that weird?" (Don't think at that stage I knew what Oedipal meant.)

Until I was ten, I thought that only men ever drank beer. Then I saw my grandma drinking beer and I was astonished.