I used to love taking ice cold baths as a kid. My mother joked that I would be a mortician when I grew up. I also usually forgot to take off my pajamas before getting into the water.
I was terrified of Santa Claus and would beg not to be taken to see him at Christmas.
One year, for picture day, my mother insisted I wear one shirt when I preferred another. Finally, she lost her temper and said "Fine, wear the other one." I realized I had probably hurt her feelings and started to cry. She had no idea why I was crying.
I was a thumbsucker. As a result, my bottom teeth are crooked.
I was also a bedwetter. My mom had to purchase a small device called a "Wee Alert" which was hooked up to a thin metal plated sheet under my bed's fitted sheet. When I started to pee in my sleep, it would go off like a siren and wake everyone up. It worked, and I stopped wetting my bed by age 10. Unfortunately, one of my friends spotted the Wee Alert and told all of the other kids that I wet the bed.
I went over to a friends house with three other girls one day, and after an hour of trashing her room, she insisted we all clean it up while she rocked on her rocking horse. I threw a toy at her and marched out into the living room and told her mother: "I am NOT cleaning up her room for her!"
One July 4th, the fire dept, showed up at my apartment complex and raided the neighbors house. One of the firemen happened to be my uncle, and he came right over to me to show me the cache of illegal fireworks they'd confiscated. All of the other kids looked at me like I was Jesus or some shit. I got to touch the fireworks because MY uncle was a fireman!
I had a pair of Kangaroo sneakers as a kid. I wrote the names of my crushes on small slips of paper and hid them in the zipper pouches.
One morning, one of my upstairs neighbors pitched their still smoldering cigarette over the balcony on their way out. I picked it up and tried to smoke it...and promptly threw up. And brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out for twenty minutes. Yuck.