I used to play with my poop...

coke and crystal meth



for real though i used to tie my sister to the bunk bed and spit on her

I stuttered... I still do (very very very verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry little)
most girls find it cute. I dont know how.... IT AINT CUTE TO ME

that and I sold rocks and feathers on the side of the street for 10 cents

I was convinced my father was a vampire. I wasn't even very young, I was probably around 9. I read a book about vampires, and the next day at soccer practice I noticed that my dad had cuts on his neck (from shaving), and I immediately feared he was a vampire. Actually, "becoming one" since he was still able to go out during the day. this was covered in the book. I asked my mom about the cuts and she had to convince me that my dad wasn't bitten by a vampire.

In kindegarten, a substitute teacher told us a story about a monster that lived in the mirror, and I made my parents remove all the mirrors from my room. i wouldn't go into the bathroom by myself because of the mirror in there.

I feel your pain. I also stutter, and it gets pretty annoying and embarrasing when I can't spit the words out. Except nobody ever told me it was cute.

I use to date a guy who stuttered and I loved it. Made me feel more comfortable about being dyslexic

hmm, i didn't notice, but if i had, i'm sure i would have thought it was cute.
i have a lisp. i went to speech therapy when i was little but it didn't fix it. when i pronounce "ssss" it comes out of the side of my mounth, but i don't think it really sounds all that different. my sister still gave me a hard time about it.

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I ate cigarettes. Ugh.. My mom told me on one of our many roadtrips to the next base, I actually ate an entire pack of cigarettes,

Of course I got really really sick.... But, I still smoke. Suppose I never lost the taste..

I had speech class in like 2nd or 3rd grade. I had a hard time with my R's.

awww everything about u is cute

When I was 2-3 I lived with my grandparents while my dad was in Vietnam. My favorite thing to do was hide behind curtains, doors etc and jump out and yell BOO! when my family would pass by. My mom made me stop when my grandpa had a heart attack when I suprised him while he was taking a crap (I was hiding behind the shower curtain)

I once wanted to clean my face, so I sprayed it with Easy-Off oven cleaner (that was my first trip to the ER)

Oh, my Grandpa lived... he's still around

I remember my brother bringing home a copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook when I was in elementary school. I flipped through it and thought, "I could find a great booby-trap in here!" I thought I'd just find something to scare someone, but I couldn't find anything that wouldn't seriously maim or kill. I can still picture the illustration for rigging a hand grenade to a gate.

My brothers and I would pretend that the stairs of our house were covered with lava. We would climb the whole way from the first floor to the third floor using the banister. One day a spindle broke as my brother was hanging from the third floor landing. It smacked him in the forehead and sent him crashing to the stairs below. We fixed the spindle with wood glue and a brown magic marker before our parents came home.

When my parents went out of the house, we'd make the stairs into a giant slide. We'd fold pillows in half and stuff them into the stairs. Then we'd cover them with sleeping bags to make it slick. The cushions from couches were our sleds.

I used to do that. We had an open hallway upstairs with metal railings across the gaps, and I would go up the stairs on the outside of the railings, transfer to the first one covering the gap upstairs, and make my way across on the outside.