Strange things you used to enjoy doing as a child

[DiamondsInTheMud]

As im doing the housework, i remember how much i used to enjoy cleaning the toilet when i was little... Used to beg my mum to let me clean it, she didnt always let me, which im guessing was guilt as it shouldnt really be an enjoyable job??

Did anyone else find weird things enjoyable/a treat when you were little?

Me and DSis used to play epic war games (with lots of dramatic romances) using cards or dominos. Or titanic using foam alphabet letters to be the characters. I think the pink foam x was Rose?

I used to love organising and paperwork, a bit like the character Amy from Brooklyn 99. I am not like that at all now, almost complete opposite. If only I had retained that skill.........

I'd mix blue radox with some water and pour it onto my mums sanitary towels like on the adverts. Whilst narrating in a posh voice about how much it could hold/didn't leak/was flexible.

Walking round the house with a mirror under my nose so it felt like you were walking on the ceiling 😂

Eating raw things - Jelly from the packet, sausages ( never got ill!! ), butter , sugar and nearly choking after helping myself to a spoon of dry drinking chocolate powder.

I used to play with my teeth, my baby teeth that had fallen out. Mum kept them in a jar and I would take it and tip them out on the table and play with them.

One part of our garden had really long grass/weeds, about waist height, and I made a den there by flattening a space big enough to lie down in, that I got to by jumping from the path, and I'd hide there and look at the sky.

I would walk in circles around my room for hours daydreaming, I did this well into my teenage years and only stopped when some friends saw me doing it through my window and I got really embarrassed.

TheMagicTorch me and my sister used to do that as well!

Watching washing machines.

Sending telepathic messages by thinking really, really hard. Usually to animals. Occasionally to cars or household appliances.

Also running up and down the playground by myself, while epic narratives played out in my head. It didn't work as well if I stayed still! The running must have helped my creativity somehow.

I'd mix blue radox with some water and pour it onto my mums sanitary towels like on the adverts. Whilst narrating in a posh voice about how much it could hold/didn't leak/was flexible.

That's brilliant!

The closest I came to recreating an advert was eating a Flake in the bath.

Also running up and down the playground by myself, while epic narratives played out in my head. It didn't work as well if I stayed still! The running must have helped my creativity somehow.

Similar to mine, except I walked instead of ran, and did it in my room (well and anywhere else I walked, I still do it when I'm out for walks)

I used to carry around an old ice cream tub with some cooked chicken bones in. They were my prized possession for about 2 weeks before my dm got sick of the smell and binned them. I was convinced that if I kept them for long enough they would be worth something.

@SimplyPut L. O. L

My dads saw horses were our horses, we'd tie skipping ropes round their ends as reins. And attach them to the climbing frame as a carriage. Later on my sister also used them as hurdles. Very painful if you missed!

I used to make "medicines" from leaves, dirt and flowers during lunch time breaks at school. The dirt/grass etc would then be rolled up into the leaves and I'd tie them up with long grass blades or the leaf stem.

Used to crunch paper up into balls and use them as pokeballs.

I used to go on "dates" with cartoon characters.

When playing a huge game of british bulldog at school, if I had my hands clasped together I never seemed to sget caught. Looking back though I think people just ignored me because they didn't like me.

I used to make nests from mown grass.

I loved tying knots in things. Still do it occasionally. Drove my mum mad but would be the first one she'd ask if she needed something undone.

Used to love laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Still do.

I also still make stories up while I'm walking anywhere.

I loved designing parks. Used up a tonne of paper doing that. Same designs over and over again and would then file them away to look at. Mum probably still has some somewhere...

And last one.. I used to eat wooden kebab sticks and paper. Never got a splinter.

Me and my brother were of the Gladiators era (mid 90s). We used to recreate the events - think pillows attached to broomsticks and standing on top of buckets. One of the other games was to get a massive piece of rope and tie some kind of gardening equipment (usually a spade 😂) to the end and then spin in a circle and the other person had to jump over like a skipping rope.

It was seriously dodgy and hugely dangerous and I have no idea where my mum was in all of this 😂

Another thing we would do is shove pillows up our tops and pretend to be sumo wrestlers.

Going head first into the bottom of a sleeping bag and pretending to be a caterpillar. Also sliding down the stairs in it.

Nicking oxo cubes and nibbling tiny bits off.
Squashing Opal fruits ( now Starbursts ) together to make “new” flavours.
Tearing tissue into tiny pieces and eating them.
Rolling tiny bits of plasticine/blue tack into balls.
Collecting those little round soft silvery catkin things and pretending they were pet mice

Snuggling into DF's arms and pulling the hair off his arms with my teeth- , I was a weird kid...

I spent hours playing with my Mum’s shoes. I’d drag them all out from under her bed and make up long stories about them. They were always birds; the stiletto heels were the beaks. Each pair was a boy and a girl. They all had different characters. Then one day I sat on a wasp while playing with them, and I never played with them again.

Used to try and make a wave machine in the bath, by holding onto the handles and wooshing back and forth! The simple things hey!

When taken to buy sweets, which was not often. I'd choose lockets, fishermans friends or strepsils if Iwas lucky. I am still partial to a strepsil today.

Potions in the bathroom I used to hide behind the laundry basket. Until my mum found them and did the "what's this?!" speech.

Wrapping whole rolls of sellotape round my arms so I could be on casualty.

Crawling between the duvet and duvet cover and buttoning myself in. I would feel like I was in my own little world.

Sucking hard on the skin of my a until it came out in a bruise. Weirdly satisfying.

Lying upside down on the couch (head on the cushions, legs hanging over the back.

Hiding my dad's glasses or keys and watching him go crazy looking for them. Every day!

Putting crisp packets in the oven to shrink them to tiny versions of themselves.

could that reminds me of my youngest who'll snuggle up to me all cuddly, and then I'll realise he's chewing my hair (head hair, not arm hair though!) He's recently tried to do it to DD (older sister) too! He's 7 not 2... He's lovely but also a bit of a wierd kid

I used to see up bruised apples as though operating on them! I remember one lunch time (lunch breaks were extremely long at my school, about 90 minutes) two friends and I kicked an apple about, up and down stone stairs and around the fairly extensive school grounds and repeatedly sewed up its wounds. There was some weird satisfaction in it. It sounds boarderline psychotic now though it was only ever, and very specifically, apples though... We weren't even that little - must have been the first year of secondary. Odd, odd, odd.

chilled not could