Odd/ strange things you did as a child?

[Thecatistheboss]

My mum found an old picture of me, around 6 - in the picture I had a piece of wool fastened as a necklace! I apparently insisted on doing it all the time, I used to walk around with various colours of wool around my neck 😂😂 I’ve no clue why!! I also used to write in colouring books, I’d never colour them in but used to write on the pages, no idea to that one either

I once pretended I worked at the hotel we were staying at on holiday when I was probably 5/6 years old and I stomped around in a huff pretending like I'd missed my break because I needed to shut the curtains in the lobby

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This is just brilliant 😂😂

Wow you lot are beyond weird. 😂

I still do... if anyone asks, I make them for the kids. But I definitely play too!
I make an obstacle course out of 'junk' (old planks and pallets, part of a log, anything else I can find) every spring and it stays out all summer. Neighbourhood kids love it too.

I loved obstacle courses too, and we often made them into “Crystal Maze” games. You got locked in if you touched the floor (in the shed, for a few minutes). I wanted to be on the real Crystal Maze, just to get locked in. With some of our obstacle courses, you were blindfolded and had to follow a piece of string, or avoid stepping on “mines”. Perhaps that’s not so weird - there are loads of videos of people doing this.

I was not claustrophobic at all, I loved shutting myself in small spaces. At someone else’s house, I crawled into a pet cage and made myself comfortable. One of their older children locked me in, and I didn’t mind at all; I pretended to be Hansel in his cage. If Harry Potter had been written then, I would have being locked in my own cupboard under the stairs.

I had a favourite birthday ritual, which was my alternative to being banished while my presents were wrapped, and cake made. I would stay in the room with eyes closed so I could hear and smell everything. They made sure that I was blindfolded really tightly, and made me swear (on pain of losing my presents) that I couldn’t see a thing. If I was lucky, they would feed me bits of cake mix, or let me feel the presents. I had to plead with my family to allow this, but it was worth it.

My grandparents had a sliding door into their kitchen: I used to pretend to be a “lift person”, opening it to let people through. I remember seeing someone do this for real in an old-fashioned lift, with the sliding metal gate.

I also rode a bike with 'reins'.

I wanted to be Olga Korbut so I spent hours walkin on the garden fence doing turns and 'dismounting'.

My brother hung his action man over the landing banister for, I can't remember, some war crime. He hung there for about a week. He also bit the foot of one of my dolls.

All of you who cut dolls' hair, I had one that was bald but came with 4 different wigs.

I loved typing from a young age: my mum has kept safely some of the first sentences I typed on my dad’s typewriter (aged 4 or 5). Later, when we had a word processor, I used to type what was going on in the room around me.

Oh! That's dark! 😬

I thought you meant your brother suspended Action Man from the stairs, sorta Mission Impossible/style.

I wasn't thinking they had been hanged for a war crime. 😂

I still do this now.

I used to colour in the cut out Bunty (in the comic) so she was wearing just a bra and knickers and suspenders and stockings. Odd.

Oh god that reminds me of when my DD was little. She had two dolls and once she was playing that they were being kept in a prison camp for "being naughty". Later on, she beheaded one of them.
Also once found her Stripy Horse teddy tied to a sofa cushion with a belt, hostage-style.

My brother and I used to do this with Lego characters. The judge was the Lego ghost (which glowed in the dark), and the guilty characters were duly locked in the prison cell of the haunted castle.

We did that too.

We lived on a new build estate and they were still building.

Half built houses are great fun. No floors down so you had to walk on joists. Lots of sand to play with. Putty out of the windows before it hardened.

Then there was the day we discovered the workmen's hut was open. That was exciting for about 10 seconds until we found out the only things in there was a bottle of ketchup and the keys.

So we decided to lock the shed and bury the keys in some sand.

@GoodHeavens99

My brother also used to draw war scenes and voice the battle as he was drawing.

The action man apparently had to stay there as an example to other soldiers.

@UnctuousUnicorns I used to sew my fingers together like that.

I used to create a world for the lizards I’d catch by filling the wheelbarrow with some dirt, grass, leaves, little branches that I planted to be the trees, rocks and a dish of water. The lizards could easily escape so I would recapture them and say: ‘no, this is your new home.’ And I would put them back into the wheelbarrow and watch them.

I thought the worlds I created were beautiful and that the lizards would love to stay and live there.

@UnctuousUnicorns I used to sew my fingers together like that.

😅 Ah, I wasn't so creative as to use thread to sew my fingers together, I just stuck random dressmaking and drawing pins under my skin. It's a wonder we didn't end up with sepsis. 😅

Btw does anyone else remember crouching on the top step of the stairs, then launching themselves down to the bottom a la Spiderman? My older brother and I were doing that once when my mum came in and saw us, she nearly had heart failure! 😅

I was fascinated by Victorian school punishments when we learned about them, such as caning, dunce caps, and being hoisted up to the ceiling. We once did a class role play of a Victorian lesson. I also kept re-reading Roald Dahl’s descriptions of being caned.

I would have devoured the Horrible Histories books if they had been written then.

Another young detective here. Used to speed around the area on our bikes, armed with binoculars pausing at suspicious houses and peering in from the pavement. Notes of movements would be taken and innocent old ladies would be tagged as potential murderers or sorcerers with special powers. We terrified ourselves, God knows why.

I remember being aged 8/9 and demonstrating to friends it was perfectly possible to eat Opal Fruits with the wrappers still on.

Why ffs??

I was desperate for a tattoo when I was younger so I'd beg my sister every single day for one summer to draw a butterfly around my belly button because my mum had scrubbed it off the day before. My mum eventually threw out all felt tips.

My friend and I would dress up in similar clothes and then go to the local park to spend the whole day convincing people we were twins - despite being completely different races.

Another vivid memory I have is in the school playground me and a friend found a tree with knobbly bits on it. We imagine it as a machine and would spend our whole break walking around the tree pressing the 'buttons' and making weird machine like noises.

I was easily entertained