No one can deny that children are creative. However, their creativity often gets them in trouble, so adults must keep an eye on them before disaster strikes. And while parents worry about what their kids will think of next, twitter users share moments from their own childhood to remind everyone that children are never boring.
We already presented you with a list of stories from people's childhood that sums up their characters so here is another one about kids being on-brand! Scroll below to read the best responses delivered to the @KEBrightbill thread.

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Congratulations on going against the crowd at a young age to do what you knew was right. That's hard to do.
I'm gonna say there were 40 people at the restaurant but 700 in the class? Just a guess though
Load More Replies...People are people so why should it be You and I should get along so awfully So we're different colours And we're different creeds And different people have different needs It's obvious you hate me Though I've done nothing wrong I never even met you So what could I have done I can't understand What makes a man Hate another man Help me understand People are people so why should it be You and I should get along so awfully Help me understand
Yes, as a group of young friends when one would say they couldn’t go to a certain store we all just went to a store that welcomed us all.
By the way, I think the teacher (and everyone using the "boy will be boy" as an excuse) is also responsible for that kind of behavior.
Load More Replies...He doesn't get detention for sexually harassing you, but you get detention for making sure he never bothers you again. classic.
I hate it when adults say that. In my class, BS from boys to the teacher is merely brushed off. But if any of the girls goof of, we get took to the side and yelled at.
I'm trying to stifle my hysterical laughter on this one so my boss doesn't ask 'what's so funny?'
you sir, did a great job.. you deserve an elite degree in hide and seek
Well...my younger sister took a dump on the changing room floor (cir. 1972?) so proud she was it was not in her pants. Mother was Mortified . JC Penny’s
I was today years old when I learned that it is not "duidecimal" but "dewey decimal".
I wrote up a list of all my 800+ books in a word document, alphabetical, of course. And then gave those I had already read (about 90%) school grades. I was about 15 then. I lost the list later on, but still miss it. I'm 47 now. And amongst others job, I became a bookstore seller.
What a blessing in disguise!! Keep up the good works!!! God bless you!!
I work in a library in Scotland, come and teach some of our actual Librarians to do it!!
Beats me. I was 14. -Dr. M, retired professor, 2nd career librarian in a rural town
My son is 5 yo. This year a little girl confessed her love to him. He answered her "I'm sorry Alexandra, I do not accept your love". Alexandra's mother and I went from "how cute!!!" to "oh damn!".
So someone brought up the courage to confess his/her love and you stampeded all over his/her heart? The poor soul :(
Did you grade it? "B-, I''ll give you another chance to prove your worth!"
Honestly, This would probably be me. I always correct people's grammar haha
I did the same thing in late elementary school through middle school. But with a magazine and a flashlight. I’d always be so tired after reading a few pages would put me right down
MY big bro made me a wee reading light with bits and bobs he bought at Radio Shack for this exact reason. I still need to thank him for this. He is almost 60 now.
As a book lover and a son to a mother who’s always been proud of me reading books, this made me cry.
Great mom! Reading is never a bad thing. Maybe invest in a kindle with non-blue backlight for reading in the dark.
This one is GREAT! I wish that parents and teachers could find that special topic that inspires every kid to read more
Sadly the system is flawed. My gateway was Walter Farley novels. The trite readers left me cold.
Load More Replies...My parents found out that my little brother, who has dyslexia, was very interested in lizzards, so they told him that he could get a pet-lizzard if he read a book on how to take proper care of them. He read it with our mom and got his first lizzard shortly after.
In first grade my daughter was put into a reading group for slow readers where she had to read out loud in a group. In 5th grade she was in the 99th percentile for the California Achievement Test ang was placed in TAG (Talented and Gifted) classes in middle school. Turns out she was just shy!
Not only is it fun to read D&D handbooks and manuals but there are also some really detailed illustrations 😀
I'm happy this had a happy ending, but I hope the lesson taken from this isn't "ignore the teachers" because most earnest teachers know what they're talking about and your child may very well be behind. We got the same feedback from my daughter's teachers from kindergarten on and she eventually got an IEP that got her caught up before she entered middle school. The system may be considered broken, but most of the teachers are NOT, so it's wise to not dismiss feedback like that.
Just get a book they are interested in and they will always succeed
My husband taught middle school. Kids told him they didn't read because earlier teachers wouldn't let them read "trash". He allowed everything from comic books, graphic novels, game instructions and beyond.
I'm French Canadian and AD&D manuals helped me a lot to learn English.
What the hell kind of school is that to just let a 6 year old leave school alone?
What kind of school does not? This is perfectly normal in other countries than the US. You all watch too many scary things on TV. Kids won't get kidnapped just because they walk home from school.
Load More Replies...When I was in elementary, we all walked home by ourselves... Later in Middle School (or equivalent because Germany) we drove our bikes by ourselves even in the winter (when it was still dark out) for nearly 5 miles every day^^ Don't get why that's weird...
I used to ride my bike to school everyday in elementary and that was in the mid 2000s
Load More Replies...I always used to walk to and back school on my own with my friends. The first year one of the mums folllowed us in some distance. Still around 50% of kids seem walk to school without parents in my country. But I read up about it and generally Germany and Northern Europe countries seem to believe more in the ability of their kids compared for example UK.
I used to walk home for lunch and back again for the afternoon. This was the 1960's. I also made homemade eggnog with raw eggs, never used a baby car seat, rode my bike without a helmet, etc. Don't know how I survived to be 63 years old. ;-)
Those were the days when we all walked to school and home by ourselves. We played outside till dark, rode bikes without helmets, did all kinds of kid things and we survived. LOL
It doesn’t say what year but this was not unusual or unsafe until the late 1970’s
How did we ever manage to survive to adulthood without constant supervision, cellphones, bicycle helmets etc...
This somehow reminds me of something that happened with the family I baby-sat for. They took me out to eat. Their son was 4. They were trying to teach him how to be a gentleman at a restaurant. He knew what he wanted to order but his sister was taking a long time to decide. He tried to say "excuse me", to the waitress several times. His dad kept telling him that ladies order first and it was impolite to interrupt. They told the waitress to come back. The kid stood up on the bench and went, "WAIT! Excuse me miss! I've been a gentleman and I want pizza and soda!!" 🤣
I'm 14 (almost 15) and still automatically get kids menus at restauants
Wait actually? One time when I was sixteen I got given the alcoholic beverages menu by the waitress. I guess I am pretty tall but I that doesn't necessarily mean anything because a lot of adults are really short and some kids are really tall
Load More Replies...You set you personality for life right then and there, didn't you cutie?
My grandson used to do that, no he didn't, he would just take things apart and my daughter had to put it back together while fussing at dad for not locking up his tool box again.
I fell in love with tinkering fairly young. My Mom was a single parent & we were always tight on money. I think I was about 9 when I took our broken vacuum cleaner apart, hey - if it was already broken I wasn't going to hurt it. Figured out a small pebble had wedged itself into the motor's exhaust fan (no idea that's what it was called back then). Cleaned and oiled it really well. It ran for another 5 years. The following year I took the dryer apart because the drum quite rotating, turned out to be a broken belt & replaced it for about $4. I've never shied from trying to fix something. I've replaced faucets, light fixtures, outlets, you name it. All because Mom let me disassemble the vacuum cleaner!
When my brother was about five years old, he took our Grandpa's lawnmower apart. Never did get it put back together!
My youngest son was like this. Took apart and fixed anything I thought was a dead appliance. In high school he fixed our car. In his early 20's he fixed our heating system. Pretty cool.
My twin sister started walking a few months before I did. Apparently, in those months, I got a bit frustrated, so instead of walking myself, I would just push her over as she was toddling around.
My twin walked before me, he even ran, bumped into things and fell down and cried, a LOT. I thought that wasn't for me, I didn't walk until I was seventeen months, but then I just got up and walked, no falling, no tears.
My daughter basically potty trained herself when she was around a year old. She was in daycare with another little girl who was older & potty training. Every time Ashley went potty, Brittany had to go too. Saved me a small fortune on diapers.
My mom say that I started walking at 9 months because I could not stand having dirt on my hands. I'm 35 and I still can't stand having dirty hands!
I didn't practice standing up. There was a tangerine part laying in the windowsill and I wanted to have it.
It seems I could walk quite well at 18 months. We were camping, my brother said "When she says we have to go to bed, everyone run" My 2 brothers were caught, no one expected the toddler to escape. Everyone on the camp site joined in the search. I was nearly half a mile away, across a railway track (one steam train per day), playing with a dripping tap. They hadn't let me examine it earlier when we passed by on the way to the beach. Crossing the rails was my earliest memory
We have a very small landing my mum took her eyes off me for a second knowing full well I hadn't learnt how to crawl. That was the day I learned promptly falling down the stairs after
each of my daughters could walk at 6 mos. the first was nervous about it for awhile but the other just wanted to keep up!
Sounds like me! I didn't speak until nearly two. Well, they THOUGHT I didn't speak. I was discovered sitting by our chain link fence having a discussion with the neighbor's dog. I just didn't have anything to say to humans! LOL
My babysitter's friend's son never talked to anyone... EVER... EVER. People were starting to get concerned when he reached age 3. One day, his dad said, "Jonah, can you say 'car'?" and the kid straight-up responded, "Yes, Father. Why do you ask?" I'm ready to live on Mars now.
Nearly everyone in my family has selective mutism so from when I was really little my mum taught me sign language knowing I was most likely not going to speak. She said it was hilarious when people would see an 18 month old using BSL, quietly ask my mum if I was deaf or mute and have me respond with "No ma'am/sir, I just don't like speaking." Then go back to signing about birbs
When my uncle was a baby, he didn't start saying words, he started with sentences. I think the first thing he said was when my grandfather was changing his diaper - he asked, "where the hell are the wipes?" He also said "thanks, guys" after my grandfather or father (never for my grandmother - his mother) finished changing his diaper.
This sounds a little like my daughter. At two, she was saying words and the occasional sentence fragment. One day, we're in the car listening to https://youtu.be/uqSKl7sdUa8 and she says, "I like this music, dad." Clear as a bell, no soft palate lisp or anything! I freaked and looked in my back seat to see who else was in the car ... LOL
LOL priceless... you were just waiting for the right moment to show off your hospitality
You got your Picture taken buy THE Ruth Bader Ginsburg?!?!!? DUUUUUUDE.
Uh, ok....how is this even on the list? Cute, yes, but nothing extremely unique or special, nothing that is off the wall, challenging, or advanced achievement for the age. This does not downplay the importance of such a photo to the family, but it is not something that should make this list.
Load More Replies...I'll save to Google for anyone else: Limnology- the study of the biological, chemical, and physical features of lakes and other bodies of fresh water
Load More Replies...I had to google Limnology is the study of inland waters - lakes (both freshwater and saline), reservoirs, rivers, streams, wetlands, and groundwater - as ecological systems interacting with their drainage basins and the atmosphere.
No, they could not. 9 months maybe - 11-12 months yes, but not 6 months - the head alone would make that kind of balance + unassisted locomotion impossible...
Load More Replies...My son was the same, and if I wouldn't take him to the beach he'd dig 'ponds' in the garden. He's just starting his physical hydrography phd...
I feel like everybody in second or third grade went through that phase where they decided it was cool to read the dictionary. Or maybe that was just my class. Who knows.
When I learnt to read, I would read anything and everything all the time. Mum turned from the kitchen one day to see me sitting at the dining room table. Reading a phone book. One of those big yellow phone books.
Love of reading various dictionaries never left me. But very young I had to learn to just use regular words when talking.
Book-it. Taught my daughter the more you read the more pizza you got. At 36 still trying to figure out her relationship with food.
We need emoticons here ... this would deserve one (eye's wide open, mouth wide open in shock)
We had encyclopedias and I read all of them when I was 7. Been reading over 100 books a year ever since.
I still haven't gotten over how the library bus that stopped outside my house didn't let me borrow the books I wanted with my own library card (guide books with axonometries of museums and other famous buildings) but how my mum had to do it for me. Got my bachelor degree in architecture last year.
I was raised by my maternal grand-mother. My parents were emigrants. My uncle, father side, used to come by my house to go play with him at my other grand-mother's house. We have only a 8 years difference of age. Sometimes, I wouldn't say anything to my grand-mother because she might say no. So I used to go with him without informing her. She was obviously mad. And she told me that I wouldn't be allowed to go without a written note saying where I was going. I was 4. I said: "But I don't know how to write nor read yet." My grand-mother: "Well, that settles things then." But I knew the alphabet. Next time my uncle came, I asked him to spell "Went to [other grand-mother]". My maternal grand-mother was furious and said that it wasn't me who had written it, I said it was me, she asked to prove it, I asked her to spell something to me, and voilà. She was still furious, but also proud.
Speech delay (for whatever reason) can be maddening for both parent & child! My oldest daughter had to completely relearn how to talk between ages 2&3 yrs old because of a surgery.... Took quite some time! And still have work left to do! We all have our own crosses to bear... BTW: This is an Awesome story!!! 😄😄
You could not speak at 4 years Old? Bless. Late bloomer I suppose. I was reading Stepnen R. Donaldson (Covenant) at 5.
When the young women in my NJ high school did this, I was one of 3 boys who wore kilts that day. (actually one of my sister's plaid skirts) The girls' strike was successful and none were disciplined but all 3 of us boys were told to go home and change or get suspended. It was a cold day and the walk home was very enlightening as to what the females had been having to endure.
Same here, only in Maryland. Winter of 1971-1972 school year, was extremely cold, especially in mini skirts. All the 6th grade girls in my school petitioned the principal to wear pants, but were told no, then given a condescending lecture about the effing dress code. So a group of us decided to force the issue and organize a day where EVERY 6th grade girl would wear pants to school—-they couldn’t send all of us home! We passed the word so we’d all know. The day came, and every single 6th grade girl defiantly came to school in pants. Once the principal saw that the world did not come to an end, and there was “no human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... MASS HYSTERIA”, the dress code was broken, and girls could wear pants to school, which we did with a righteous vengeance! That was the beginning of my appreciation for peaceful protest. (Pardon the Ghostbusters quote...even though it did fit the situation.)
My sister and our friends were told by our very (certain religious organization) school staff that we could not wear shorts in AZ heat because we are girls. Our moms did the real hero stuff by getting the rule deleted. Just another example of tryna keep girls modest because some adult male teachers are pervs.
at my school kids made a petition over ripped jeans that had patches under them and we got to wear them
When I was a kid, elementary school was k-6, Junior high was 7-9, and Senior high was 10-12. My daughter had k-4 for elementary, the Middle school 5-8, then High school 9-12. I've been told that it may even be different in different parts of the country
for awhile here it was still k-6 elementary, 7-9 jr. high and 10-12 hs. then i moved to another county and 6-8 was middle school, 9-12 was hs. later my old jr high became middle and for a while there was a 9th grade center
Load More Replies...Omg, I laughed so loud with this!! Btw, exactly my thought 🤣🤣🤣
Load More Replies...The child's curiosity is the beginning of learning and a true Genius.
My three year old is like this on our walks, she LOOOOOOVES flowers and always insists on smelling them and picking smaller ones. The walks are longer but its just so freaking cute I embrace it, and I get lots of flowers from my little one <3 flower-5d2...0ba4bb.jpg
I did this too, and when my dad told me to stop dawdling, I didn't know what it meant, took it as an insult, and apparently did not speak to him at all for a week
Me and my friend always took several hours to take a 25 minute walk home all the time because we played roleplaying games while we walked, making up worlds and sitting down at random places to play "make believe", they even sent a few relatives to look for us once when we didnt show up for dinner after school once XD
1- That's cute! :) and 2- How was the preschool really far? If it was a 55 min walk then your dad pulled one on you! XD, JK of course!
That's harsh. One of my favorite teachers once told me, "YOU... are an idiot," after a failed prank on a fellow student. I had chalked a seat that a particular classmate always sat in, and when he didn't fall for it, the class pressured me into leaving the chalk there. The teacher almost sat in that chair, when we all stopped her. She asked who did it, I confessed, and apparently I was an idiot. At the same school, in a Gifted and Talented program, we were supposed to share a book to work on a project. We ran out of time before I got my turn. When I had nothing to turn in for the project, the teacher said ", you are not." After a lifetime of anxiety and depression, and never being good enough, I'm now a teacher, and my students will never be discouraged the way I was.
I had an a*****e teacher like that througout primary school (she was sort of a TA) and my sister has her now, she ripped her Christmas card for our dad up because my sis didn't do it the way the teacher wanted her to do it.
She assumed you upset Baby Jesus and disappointed Santa Claus with shoddy work. Hope she remembers doing that to you. I would have let everyone at the art show know about it.
I keep a go bag by the door, and a kit in the car. You never know when a fire, flood or tornado may hit.
As terrified as I was of my completely brick house catching fire when I was little, I'm surprised I didn't do the same.
I remember being taught in elementary school not to do that and get an adult instead so they could call the bomb disposal service.
My favourite picnic place has a "no digging" policy. Was a WW2 bomber training site. Kingley Vale near Chichester, it's a nature reserve and has a 1000 year old yew wood (survived the training)
"All books must be returned within two weeks...or necessary steps will be taken." What kind of necessary steps, Stephan?!?! One finger broken for each late week? A kneecap after a month?
He'll charge you 10 cents. Now go and return it.
Load More Replies...My hubby used to get told off all the times because he wouldn’t show his working out. He could work the equations in his head but struggled/s to write them down. Me I am hopeless at equations and still have to use my fingers to count with.
im 15 and my mom constantly berates me for counting with my fingers so thats nice to hear
Load More Replies...Same with me and proof's, I was always able to look at it and see if it was correct or not, maybe not with 100% accuracy but I could just SEE that it worked. My teacher kept telling me to show my work, but I had no work to show...it just worked...and it was correct, so why spend hours looking up which mathematical rule applied to each step? (although now I sometimes wish I had in order to retain it) Edit: I passed, but with a D...
I don't think you understand what a proof is
Load More Replies...LOL I always hated "showing my work" took me too long to write it out because I already had the answer in my head... one time being a smart at I did one problem where I drew a thought balloon with numbers moving around in it and then wrote the answer.... my teacher wasn't impressed but I asked her what difference does the work make if the answer is correct... she had no answer for that :D
My autistic grandson had the same issue, told me he just reverse engineered them in paper.
I did something similar on a geometry test. In this case, "show your work" meant writing each step of the proof. There were a couple of things that were so common that they were accepted as combined steps. My proof, which was the correct answer, was two of those combined steps, so I just went from the beginning to the solution with nothing written down. Of course, I got written up that I had to show my work. So I wrote down every last step of the proof, then wrote it again using the accepted combined steps, then drew a big arrow to my original correct answer. I think I went to summer school for that alone, never mind that I didn't do my homework.
a lot of people starting libraries on here. I have never heard of this being done until this post.
Reminds me of the time I though it was a brilliant idea to put an empty beer bottle inside a thin plastic lunch bag and filling the entire thing with water (I truly have no idea where that came from). Then dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. My foot was bleeding. A lot. :')
My son would meltdown if we had lights out. We have tried lamps, night lights, torches etc but he sleeps with his bedroom light on, all night. We are looking at getting a dimmer switch to see if that will be better.
Use a blue light bulb or try a black Light. My kids use Christmas lights.
Load More Replies...After the lights-out rule at my house became firm and a bother to me, I taught myself to read braile (I'm not sight impared) so I could stay up and read all night with no lights on. The library had all the popular books in braile. I was 8 years old.
When I was a young my dad read for my sister and me every night until realizing it was way too late and sending us to bed without allowing us to read for ourselves. If I waited a rather notoriously long time (15 minutes? 20? 30?), got back up and told him I couldn't sleep, he allowed me to read something myself that interested me.
I had to get glasses bc i would read by nightlight every night for years. No one else in my family or any of my siblings have glasses and they all have perfect 20/20 vision. I'm the only one that read via night light. So her statement is a legitimate one.
Load More Replies...LOL this is as bad as me riding my bike into a 6 ft deep ditch with a small creek at the bottom... LOL turned to look for my brother next thing I know I am waking up at the bottom wiht my brother holding me (he was 13 years older)
did your parents ever call you out? They had to know that a paper cut does not require stitches
My little brother took a lightbulb one time and decided to break it with his bare hands. Similar story, same outcome.
This sounds exactly like me! But my special book was about the universe
My son was the exact same way! If it didn't have dinosaurs then he wasn't interested.
My problem was dyslexia. What got me reading was The Stand by Stephen King. I was 6 years old. My mom was kinda horrified. My dad went out and bought It, Pet Cemetery, and Salam’s Lot.
I swear everyone had a phase where they would only read about dinosaurs.
My daughter could read by kindergarten, she taught herself, I only found out she could read when she asked me what a big word was. She devoured anything that had words, MacLeans magazine (Canadian political type magazine) Readers Digest, dinosaur books, even the telephone book. Her reading skills are always way ahead of her peers
Why? I have a cousin who couldn't read at the age of 7. The type of school she attended doesn't put pressure on that type of learning. I had a friend who went to the same style of school who proudly told me in college that she didn't learn to read until 5th grade. She knew the Harry Potter books because she memorized the books-on-tape versions before actually getting to read them. As someone who loves to read, I think it's absolutely horrible, but it is true.
Load More Replies...actually that's pretty believable if they applied themselves. I was an avid reader and when I was five my grandma put me in the center of the living room with my family and said watch this.... She handed me a daniel Steele book (that's all she had) flipped to the center and took a step back. I read it word for word out loud while everyone stared at me in shock. I didn't retain a lot of it as I didn't understand what all the words meant at the time, but I could read them just fine. IE: College Level. AT FIVE.
Load More Replies...Oh wow! I remember Quinn from The Goodbye Girl and Family!!! Too cool =)
I like to know the full story of how you learned about Gravity..
wipe prints off and come back here. Mom comes out, searches for gun, doesn't see any. We tell her "what gun? we don't have a gun. She's a liar. If we had a gun would we still be sitting here?" My plan works, we get off scot free, mean girl gets punished. Later I felt bad. 2/2
Load More Replies...My first week in Germany, I took a stroll around the neighborhood we were living in, since civilians weren't given base housing, looking for somewhere to have a Hot Wheel derby. Saw a man picking cherries and plums from trees in someone's front yard. The owner saw me, a quiet black kid with a plastic bag full of Hot Wheels, just watching. I just came from NYC, never saw fruit trees up close before. She called me over, made me dump out the cars in my bag and filled them with fruit. I ran home and my mother demanded I reveal where I snatched those cherries from. She drove me to the house, saw the woman, and made her first German friend.
My parents regularly recall the time when I was two, and was at a church picnic; I happily took slices of raw, red onion, dipped them in ketchup, and ate them. This would set a precedent of me eating strange things in public, much to the bemusement of confused onlookers (not to mention the embarrassment of friends and family).
You must share some more of the strange things you ate.
Load More Replies...When I was 3 there was a childrens show on TV called "Phillip, the mouse". I loved it. One day I told my mum that "Phillip" was going to be on TV now, but my mum knew it wasn't the right time for it. Apparently, I had put a photo of my cousin, Philipp, into our tube tv and thought it would start the show. I still think I had the idea for the DVD in 1990 ;-)
A couple years ago my oldest was about to graduate high school. She decided she wanted blue hair after two other girls had pink hair for months, thought school was ok with it (my daughter was one of the very few kids of color in school, the other two girls weren't) and she went for it. The very first day she went to school with her blue hair she got picked up by the vice-principal while in English class and into ISS. For a week they wouldn't let her join her class, told her she wasn't going to prom and wasn't walking on graduation day. Her teacher told her about the ACLU so my daughter emailed them told them her story and together they fought for her rights. Children at the elementary, middle and high school began coloring their hair blue to stand with her and at the end she won her case, the ACLU made them change their dress code and she got to finish the rest of her school year, went to prom and walked on graduation day. Now kids are allowed to sport whatever hair color they want.
When I was 5years old on my second day of school I walked home alone after school. When I got home my great grandmother said my grandmother had left to get me, so I ran all the way back to school to get my grandma
When I was 3, I didn't get the toy I wanted at McDonald's. In all irony, it was Batman and I wanted the Joker.) My mom says I looked like I was about to have a fit for a second, then I calmly (and quickly) ripped my dress and pull-up off and sat in front of the counter in protest 🤣🤣 Clearly, I'd already gone full Harley crazy as a toddler!!
We drove to Florida from Ohio every year. We would stop at the fruit stands and buy coconut heads and I got to see the "7 old Indians'. It was years later when I studied American History that I found out it was the Seminole Indians!
This is a bit of a weird on, but when I was 14 I somehow managed to get inside the sewers near a bike course I was at. I don't remember why I wanted to do it, but I remember I was known as the sewer matinence guy for the next couple of months. I guess I just liked to explore a whole lot, even the grossest of places.
When I was a toddler, I used to climb anything, from stairs to gates. I climb the front gate which was 10 ft high. Funny thing I couldn’t get down. I rode my bicycle without training wheels at the age of four, never actually used them.
My first week in Germany, I took a stroll around the neighborhood we were living in, since civilians weren't given base housing, looking for somewhere to have a Hot Wheel derby. Saw a man picking cherries and plums from trees in someone's front yard. The owner saw me, a quiet black kid with a plastic bag full of Hot Wheels, just watching. I just came from NYC, never saw fruit trees up close before. She called me over, made me dump out the cars in my bag and filled them with fruit. I ran home and my mother demanded I reveal where I snatched those cherries from. She drove me to the house, saw the woman, and made her first German friend.
My parents regularly recall the time when I was two, and was at a church picnic; I happily took slices of raw, red onion, dipped them in ketchup, and ate them. This would set a precedent of me eating strange things in public, much to the bemusement of confused onlookers (not to mention the embarrassment of friends and family).
You must share some more of the strange things you ate.
Load More Replies...When I was 3 there was a childrens show on TV called "Phillip, the mouse". I loved it. One day I told my mum that "Phillip" was going to be on TV now, but my mum knew it wasn't the right time for it. Apparently, I had put a photo of my cousin, Philipp, into our tube tv and thought it would start the show. I still think I had the idea for the DVD in 1990 ;-)
A couple years ago my oldest was about to graduate high school. She decided she wanted blue hair after two other girls had pink hair for months, thought school was ok with it (my daughter was one of the very few kids of color in school, the other two girls weren't) and she went for it. The very first day she went to school with her blue hair she got picked up by the vice-principal while in English class and into ISS. For a week they wouldn't let her join her class, told her she wasn't going to prom and wasn't walking on graduation day. Her teacher told her about the ACLU so my daughter emailed them told them her story and together they fought for her rights. Children at the elementary, middle and high school began coloring their hair blue to stand with her and at the end she won her case, the ACLU made them change their dress code and she got to finish the rest of her school year, went to prom and walked on graduation day. Now kids are allowed to sport whatever hair color they want.
When I was 5years old on my second day of school I walked home alone after school. When I got home my great grandmother said my grandmother had left to get me, so I ran all the way back to school to get my grandma
When I was 3, I didn't get the toy I wanted at McDonald's. In all irony, it was Batman and I wanted the Joker.) My mom says I looked like I was about to have a fit for a second, then I calmly (and quickly) ripped my dress and pull-up off and sat in front of the counter in protest 🤣🤣 Clearly, I'd already gone full Harley crazy as a toddler!!
We drove to Florida from Ohio every year. We would stop at the fruit stands and buy coconut heads and I got to see the "7 old Indians'. It was years later when I studied American History that I found out it was the Seminole Indians!
This is a bit of a weird on, but when I was 14 I somehow managed to get inside the sewers near a bike course I was at. I don't remember why I wanted to do it, but I remember I was known as the sewer matinence guy for the next couple of months. I guess I just liked to explore a whole lot, even the grossest of places.
When I was a toddler, I used to climb anything, from stairs to gates. I climb the front gate which was 10 ft high. Funny thing I couldn’t get down. I rode my bicycle without training wheels at the age of four, never actually used them.
