Things that you used to do as a child repetitively and now think "WTF?!"

I used to eat chunks of pencil. I would chew the wood til a piece splintered off then. Would chew and chew until I could swollow it. I didn't like eating the lead though as it didn't taste nice. I also ate bits of paper.

I have a bit of a gross one too. When I had a cabin bed, I used to pick my nose right before bed and wipe it behind the headboard bit. When they were all nice and dry, maybe a few weeks later when I had a nice collection, I'd run my hands over them until one by one they all fell on the floor behind my bed. It was very fun!

I used to cut a chunk of cheese and then spread butter on top, then eat!

I also used to eat raw rhubarb dipped in sugar.

'Flannel-sucking book-eater' - it sounds like a Shakesperean insult.

You cur, you scoundrel, you ^flannel-sucking book-eater'.

Another sponge eater here and loose threads on towels, yuk! :(

I was a flannel-sucking book-eater too .

The water spilling is just WEIRD though.

At being like a horse

When I was about 9 or so I would make 'puppets' out of my hands and make them talk to each other when I was in bed. Like birds and rabbits etc.

This thread has a one way ticket to classics. I have tears of mirth rolling down my face.

I thought my wotsits confession would kill the thread dead. I cannot believe others used to do similar, that's the last thing I expected!

I used to get out of bed and sleep on the floor.

And my friend and I once decided to collect old bottles we found in local area..alcohol ones. Strangely, my mum wasn't too impressed with that one

Mmm, the flannel smell.

I used to keep used plasters in a special tin. And stick the sticky labels from new packets of socks and the like on my bedroom wall.

I used to run around the house on all fours like a horse. I was about nine or ten and did this for weeks even though my mum would tell me to stop it. I loved being a horse.

I used to play with my dad's snooker balls. For hours. It was epic.

The pink was the princess. Blue was the prince. Her lover, not her brother.

The reds were the city guards.

Black and brown were the evil one and his wizard.

Yellow and green were the king and the good magician.

The evil one and his wizard would kidnap the princess from under the nose of the guards and the king, prince and magician would try to rescue her.

Ha ha I did the crisp paste thing too! Obviously NOT WEIRD AT ALL as there's so many of us!

Crisp paste freaks of the worl unite! Are you talking about salt 'n' shake? I bought some for the children last week and it took me all my willpower not to do it.
It's beyond freaky that three of us did it!l

Loving this thread, WHY are kids so weird?!

Feel a bit sick after reading about the crisp and wotsit chewing and spitting out and using as a DIP

I was gross though. I used to pick my nose then wipe it onto my head board then run my hand along it to wipe off the hardened ones

I also used to make myself butter cream by mixing random quantities of marg (not butter) and icing sugar together then scoffing the lot

Ewww at the crisp-dip thing

Haha! Fucking, yes! I am not the only crisp-paste freak.

What the fuck were they putting into our free milk? We were all mental.

I used to eat raw spaghetti and in fact preferred it to cooked spaghetti.

I like to think I was at the cutting edge of al dente

TurnofftheTV - I did that crisp thing too!!!!! Mainly with those I salted ones with the blue packet - loved the mushy and cold regurgitated crisps spread on a massive crisp. God how weird

Sort of, yeah, Honey.

I am not sure I am ready for this.

Oh god.

I used to eat about 3/4 of a pack of wotsits, but just chew them and not swallow. I would chew them into a paste.

I would then... Oh my god. Would then spit them into a small bowl and use them as a cheesy dip for the rest of the wotsits in the packet.

Horrified at my child-self.

Used to eat opal fruits and chewitt type sweets without taking the wrappers off

I used to eat the paper bag that my penny mix up came in after I'd eaten the sweets.

Instead of brushing my teeth, I scrubbed the grout around the sink.

But the weirdest thing I ever did involved a photograph which was tucked into the top of the mirror on my dressing table. When my light was turned out, the reflection in the mirror of my curtains made it look like there was a knight stood in the corner of the room wearing a photograph shaped helmet. He would get me if I closed my eyes. So, every night, I would get out of bed and walk backwards over to the dressing table and reach behind me (this involved contorting myself almost bent double) to remove the picture. I would put it face down on the rug. The photo was of my Granddad, who died before I was born. The first few times, my Mum assumed it had fallen off. Then, she asked me about it. I denied all knowledge. The poor woman began to think her Dad was haunting me and flinging his photo across my bedroom every night. It went on for a few weeks before my Dad decided to watch me from the landing and caught me in the act. I have no idea why I didn't just admit it scared me.

I used to eat my hair and count every footstep. I also used to pull out a strand of my hair, put a spit bobble on it and watch it run up and down on the hair for hours. Now I have different weirdness.

I used to wash the tiles too!! I had one special one I used to keep extra clean. I silently fumed that my mum never noticed.

Does it involve bodily secretions Psammy?