Confess something weird you did as a child, that you don't know why.

[iloveeverykindofcat]

Inspired by the secret thread, which reminded me of this.

When I was about five I drew a house in biro on my parents' single piece of antique furniture. I have no idea why I did this. I was generally an extremely obedient, rule-abiding child, the sort that got nervous when other children were acting out. I was just suddenly overcome with an irresistble urge to draw the house. I still remember the feeling, and I don't know why I did it.

Did you ever do something inexplicable and out of character, that you still don't understand?

I opened the washing machine mid cycle and flooded the kitchen.

I used to try and escape out of the house. This was when I was young, I would say aged 4-5 and sometimes I succeeded. I was quite inventive and I remember using an umbrella to unbolt the bolt at the top of the front door. Once, I got out of the house very early in the morning, around 6am, and I took my little brother with me too, who was only about 3 years old. We met a man in the still-dark park, who told us to go home again. No wonder my parents were frantic when I told them what I'd done, upon our return.
I don't know why I had the urge to run away. There were some issues in the family, but I don't recall being aware of them until I was much older.

How funny, OP! I got out of bed once when I was about 6 and drew a house on the chest of drawers in my room. I also was a quiet, well-behaved child and have no idea why I did it.

I used to sit on the stairs and pick off the paint, which was rigid and easy to pick off in flakes with a fingernail, exposing the old colour underneath.
I must have been told off and punished hundreds of times, but I still went back and did more. I used to pretend they were islands and sea like on maps, which I found fascinating, even though I was probably preschool age.
I think that's why they got wallpaper up in the end.

I ate a letter from primary school once and then pretended they hadn't given me one when my mum asked why everybody else in my class had one. Not the foggiest idea why I did!

I did a wee in the garden, right next to the patio door (!), instead of going to the toilet then went off to school. Think I was about 6 at the time, so was old enough to know better. It stank of wee for ages after.

I pretended I was unconscious by just lying on the living room floor for ages. Not sure what my plan was, I wanted my mum to think there was something wrong with me I guess. Didn't work anyway, she just completely ignored me while I was lying on the floor like a lemon 🙈😂

When I visited my nan, I'd pretend I needed a poo but I'd lock the door in her bathroom then stand on the bath and pick off the bits of dangly artex from the ceiling. Then, I'd flick them out of the window and passing children who couldn't see me.
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*at passing children.

I stuck a pea up my nose because it wouldn't fit in the cat's ear.

I sat in the bath once and had an urge to shave my tongue 😂😂😭😭 it bled so much and was sore for a couple of days, I don't know what made me do it but it even put me of shaving my legs when I got older 😂
I also killed my dad's fish by emptying a ashtray in the tank as wanted to know if the water would change colour 😂

I went through a brief kleptomaniac stage at around 6. I stole the stones used for weights on the maths table at school. I stole my friend's Sooty badge. Then I was overcome with guilt and confessed to my mum and she made me take it all back. I didn't even like bloody Sooty.

Ate paper. A lot. There was hardly a book I owned I hadn’t chewed the edges off. No idea why.

I was four. My mum took me to her friends house. Whilst they were having cake and a chat, I was sent upstairs to play in the 9 year olds daughters bedroom. After about an hour they came up to see if I was ok and discovered that I had found some scissors and cut the hair off her entire collection of troll dolls. (This was in the 70s). My mum was livid.

Packed a running away bag when I was about 8. I've no idea why; I was a very happy child in a very happy home! I kept it under my bed for weeks, until my mum started asking things like "where's your red jumper?" because I'd packed all my favourites.

Saved up bogies on my windowsill, it got quite big.

I had the urge to check I'd the boiling potatoes were at 100degrees.
Using a Mercury metal thermometer. It popped an dmercury went into the potatoes.
Tried to scoop it all out..
Yikes

@chilledteacher

I had a gorgeous checked pinafore dress when I was about 5. Mum took me into work with her whilst she had a meeting and left me to my own devices. I found the scissors and cut every square out of that dress front.

And I used to be really scared that the toilet would gobble me up at night if I used it so when I did I had to back out of the room watching it the whole time so I knew I was safe...

Similarly, I convinced myself a family of raccoons lived in our toilet. Whenever I flushed I had to sing "rac-ooons" or they would jump out and bite me. Seemed totally logical at the time...

not me but my cousin. once a month we’d all sleep at my grandma’s and share a double bed that was against the wall. my cousin always slept the wall side and used to take a pen knife to bed that he’d use to gouge a hole in the wall and then he’d stick his tongue in the wall and lick the cement/brick. he’d do it hours! he’s still a weirdo now, to be fair.

I squashed all the frog spawn and tadpoles in my junior school with my hands when I was 7. Totally knew what I was doing but went ahead & did it anyway

I used to fill the toilet with toilet paper (it was the sort that was like tracing paper) then flush it, so it blocked and there was a flood. My parents put a bolt at the top of the door so that I couldn't go in unaccompanied. I used to practise building a tower to climb up in my bedroom, so that i would be able to climb up and open the toilet door. At least when my little boy went upstairs saying "tissue toilet" I knew what he was about to do!

We had an expensive piece of furniture with some weird coating, how beautifully it peeled off leaving an animal print wind beneath. I peeled the whole bureau. I also chopped the carpet, played frisbe with plates and peeled off strips of wallpaper. I was a well behaved child mostly

I pushed another child off a roundabout deliberately and lied about it when I got told off. It was in Cornwall and I think I was about 6-7. I remember it really clearly, I had this sudden urge to do it.
I was a very gentle, kind, obedient child so no idea why.
I’ve never done anything like it since.

Regularly lit matches in the bathroom and tried to flush them down the toilet. Got bollocked every time but I still hunted them out and did it over and over again!

@Giggorata

I used to sit on the stairs and pick off the paint, which was rigid and easy to pick off in flakes with a fingernail, exposing the old colour underneath. I must have been told off and punished hundreds of times, but I still went back and did more. I used to pretend they were islands and sea like on maps, which I found fascinating, even though I was probably preschool age. I think that's why they got wallpaper up in the end.

Oh, wallpaper was a problem for me, i used to pick it off. So my Grandad, who living with us, bought some new for my room with Rupert Bear on it. I promptly "washed their faces" so they were all missing! I also peeled off all the wallpaper by my bed when I stayed with my other grandparents. The next time we stayed there, they had put new wallpaper up. "What happened to the old wallpaper?" I asked.

Slightly different theme to others but from the age of about 7 I was convinced that, when I was alone, everyone I knew would be sat around a small tv watching me on camera.

The only way I could get rid of them was by reciting a series of phrases which I kept adding to until eventually it was quite long.

I still remember it now:

54321 don’t look or listen
54321 don’t look
54321 don’t listen
uh huh
and I mean it
uh huh

This went on until I was about 14-15.

Dread to think what a psychologist would make of that!