Boy, you had messed up childhoods. All of you!
Joking, joking.
Although
Launcelot111 said:
I thought that people only had a certain number of times that they could blink in their life, and once they hit that number, they would just sit there with their eyes open for the rest of their life.
That's pretty weird assumption to make. What the
hell?
OT: Well, let's see, when I was really young I didn't know what shadows were, mostly people ones (I keep thinking I was 3 at that point but I could have been 2). I didn't really pay them much attention until the evening when my parents turn on the night lamp which made their shadows really big on the walls. And then I noticed the shadows moved as they moved. I wasn't scared or anything just genuinely curious what they were. After a while pondering it I finally asked my father what the thing on the wall was. I was disappointed when I found out that shadows weren't, in fact, sentient beings nor did they choose to act the same way other people acted just because it was amusing.
My kindergarten was two storeys high. Both of them were identical. And the toilets and the are with all the washing sinks were next to each other (obviously) so my logical conclusion was that the second floor got all the clean water, while the first floor used whatever the second floor flushed down in the toilets. I was really happy when I got to be on the second floor.
Sort of related - the kindergarten had some sort of chair on one of the second floor balconies. It was one of those high bar chairs. Or something similar, because basically it looked like a wheel when you caught just a little glimpse of it. There was a rumour among the kindergarten kids that the building was actually a giant automobile and could go at any time. Obviously, they used the wheel for steering.
As kids, we believed there was a crazy murderous lunatic in an abandoned hotel in our neighbourhood. We had to sneak in and keep an eye on him in case he went on a killing spree. And by "sneak in" I mean, "risk our lives and health every day over an figment of our imagination". See, we had "secret headquarters" in the hotel. Represented at the time, as one of the rooms on the second floor. How we
got to the second floor was to go up the stairs on the side and then make our way across an extremely narrow ledge (barely enough for the width of our feet. We were a also 9-10 year old at the time) with a smooth wall on one side and 4-5 meter drop onto solid concrete on the other side until we reached the balcony of the terrace of the first room. Going out was the same thing in reverse. At least I can say that nobody was murdered on our watch!
More related. Same time. We had another "secret headquarters". We raised grasshoppers and other insects there. And by "raise", I mean "we caught them, released them in the room and we also put some grass there because that's obviously what they ate". Right, I should mention that our "HQ" was a room at the ground floor of the block of flats next door to mine. also, the "secret" part was because it was locked....well, locked until we got inside, anyway. Despite the fact that there were huge windows on two out of the three walls (the windows were 2.5 metres high, 1m above the ground). It didn't stay secret for long.
When I was a child, I used to be really paranoid. I thought that everybody that knew my parents, reported everything I've done directly to them. My grandparents included. That kept me on my best behaviour around other people.
I thought that certain actions had age restrictions. For example, you couldn't spit until he was 6 years old, or you couldn't tie your shoes until you were 4. I must have been really young then. But I have no idea how I got to the exact age when things became "legal", I just knew it.
I used to think that if I walked alone with my mother, people would naturally assume I was her husband. Because she was a woman and I was a man.
I used to be really afraid of heights.
Really afraid. If I looked down from a window it was fine but if there wasn't anything between me and the free fall to the ground I couldn't stop imagining slipping and ending down on the ground broken and dead. If I looked down from our balcony, I always held on to something in case I fell. But it didn't help my fear, because if I held tightly enough, I just ended up imagining my head will fall off if I leaned out.
