Just before sixth grade, I broke my left arm tripping over my scooter I had left in the street as I ran backwards with a kite. Fast forward a year and a half, and I brake my left arm again, this time tripping over a hurtle in gym class.
When I was 11, I once managed to fly a realistic simulation of the Wright Flyer at an airshow at least twice as far the professional airline pilot who went before me.
I can open the basement door with my foot, which is very handy when I have my hands full.
I design and build lego models.
I speak English natively, Spanish conversantly, Japanese brokenly, and German hilariously.
I can never spell "premier" right the first time. Never.
I seem to think these things are interesting when they are quite clearly not, and yet I'm going to hit post anyway because I'm just that much of a narcissistic douche-bag.