Were you a weird kid?

I was a weird kid (Apparently, there are some things that one cannot grow out of.)  I used to have funerals for dead bugs (and no, I never killed a bug just so I could have a funeral for it--they all died of natural causes.) 

I used to completely FREAK OUT at the sound of a siren.  Didn't matter if it was police, ambulance, real, on tv, whatever--the sound of a siren would just send me over the edge.

I think I'll leave the details there.  Any more, and I might start scaring people. 

So, were you a weird kid?  (I'm not naming names, but I KNOW some of you were.)  What did you do?  And, most importantly, did you grow out of it?

Yes, I was weird. No; I've possibly gotten weirder. =P

Yes I was and no I didn't.  I freaked out once after my husband's dog chewed on my stuffed Aflac duck.  I hooked it up to a soy sauce IV and bandaged it with toilet paper.  I was 19 years old.

I did similar things when I was younger.  If a stuffed toy fell off my bed, it was hospitalised in the drawer next to my bed until I felt it was well enough to return to bed. 

I was awesome and anyone that says otherwise was a smelly, booger eatin' liar.

I was weird, my brother was weird, we were weird together and we still are weird.

Original Post by ignayshus:

I was awesome and anyone that says otherwise was a smelly, booger eatin' liar.

I saw you eat that booger, you're the smelly liar.

I used to touch all my friends butts in grade school.

I was fascinated with butts.

I never really paid a lot of attention. People think I'm odd now though, so I'll go with probably. However, I was highly forgettable so maybe I was just the ordinary kid.

No.

Yeah, I was a weird kid. I was really into stuff like origins of superstitions and paranormal stuff like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster. I was always trying to find exotic bugs in the yard and liked shirts with pictures of cobras on them (which girls deemed as "gross" and both girls and boys told me were "only for boys to wear".) I had a lot of "behavioral problems" and would physically attack and bite anyone who teased me and went through long periods of not communicating in words, only growls and hisses. The first time it occurred to me to do self-harm, I was 7, and I can't remember how the idea got into my head exactly. Though I was intelligent in school, I was not up to speed with the rest of the girls maturity-wise, like when they first began talking about guys in bands or at school that were "cute", my head wasn't in that space yet and I couldn't relate until a few years later, though I'd already done stuff with boys because I had it in my head that that's what you were "supposed" to do.

I'm still weird, I mean I can communicate without animal noises and violence and all that, but my interests aren't very much in the mainstream. But I still get confused when some people on the underground scene still think I'm "weird", usually other girls, according to my bassist. I mean isn't that the POINT if you're in the underground?! Posers, go back to midtown.

Oh, I was.  Still am, I believe...

When I was about 4-7, I used to "have memories" of "when I was older, before". :/  I had never heard of reincarnation.

There is a family famous photo of me, about age 5, that exemplifies who I am today.

In the photo I am nearly immaculate. My hair is long, brushed and shiny and I'm wearing a lacy blue dress, white tights, black mary janes, a star spangled motorcycle helmet and sitting oh, somewhere near the top of a tree. 

I climbed a lot of trees.

I was also one of those kids who sang all the time, had conversations with myself out loud, had an extreme imagination and loved being lost in it. Big daydreamer, unconventional, fixed my hair in funny ways...like four pony-tails, often dressed like a gypsy, was sure I had a telepathic connection with animals, made up my own languages, loved telling other kids adventure or scary stories off the top of my head, believed all my dolls and stuffed animals had feelings and I'd feel terrible if I woke up and discovered any of them had fallen on the floor while I was sleeping.

Oh goodness. I really haven't changed much at all.

Edit: adding...I didn't read the other posts first and just saw that celulitedelight is also concerned about the welfare of stuffed animals. Aw.

Was and still am....used to be freaked out by the thunder rolling during storms (I come form a tropical country) and finally got over it in 4th grade....used to runaway from home for silly reasons and still feel that way....

I think I'm weirder now than I was when I was younger. I became too concerned about fitting in so I didn't feel free to be as weird as I wanted to be. Now I don't care if I'm perceived to be weird, because I'm fun and it's fun to be weird.

Edit to add: I hope I never become normal.

I was always weird, and always a geek. It was my parent's fault. They raised me on Old Star Trek Episodes and Star Wars.

Mmm..  I've got my cold toes tucked into Alex's fat rolls.  Weird to some, cozy to me.

i was definitely a weird kid. i definitely thought my stuffed animals had feelings! i'd tuck them in at night (and i literally had a MOUNTAIN of them).

i was ALWAYS reading and writing. i used to write stories that would fill notebooks about talking animals. My favorite was one that reached over 150 notebook pages about Rat named Cedar who went on an adventure by stowing away with her family on vacation. i really hope my mom still has that in the basement somewhere because i'd love to read it again.

oh, i had pet rats, and was obsessed with everything rat related. i still have a bandana i made for a girlscout trip (we all had to decorate one) it has "i <3 rats" written all over it. my friend and i really liked freaking out all the other girly girlscouts, cause she had rats too.

ahh the good old days :p

I was weird as a kid. I think most kids are weird in some way. I am proud to say that I am still a little weird and my kids are too! Makes life interesting.

My dad used to tell me that they found me on the back porch wrapped up in tin foil with all these weird lights in the sky. No wonder why I was weird, huh.

Original Post by cellulitedelight:

Mmm..  I've got my cold toes tucked into Alex's fat rolls.  Weird to some, cozy to me.

 And Alex is...?  The hubby?  The dog?  The baby?  Alex is the hubby and he makes a pastry called "fat rolls"?  I'm intrigued.

Never mind.  Just read your profile.  Wish I hadn't.  The pastries sounded so good...

Original Post by skookum:

I was also one of those kids who sang all the time, had conversations with myself out loud, had an extreme imagination and loved being lost in it. Big daydreamer, unconventional, fixed my hair in funny ways...like four pony-tails, often dressed like a gypsy, was sure I had a telepathic connection with animals, made up my own languages, loved telling other kids adventure or scary stories off the top of my head, believed all my dolls and stuffed animals had feelings and I'd feel terrible if I woke up and discovered any of them had fallen on the floor while I was sleeping.

 That sounds exactly the way that I was. :)