The way things were...

Lately I've been thinking about weird things I did as a kid (and even some as a full-on grown-up). Now, if I saw a kid doing some of these things, I'd call them weird. Guess I've always known I'm an odd person....I'll let you be the judge now, I guess.

1) Cutting out letters from magazines so I could make signs or write things with them. Yes, because at 10 years old, I decided it was cool to act like I was asking for ransom. Don't worry, I took it a step further and even created a little alphabetical organizing system so I could cut to my heart's content and then save them for a rainy day. My mom's poor BH&G magazines were basically shredded.

2) Counting "perdittles" on the freeway at night and having a goal to meet in any given car trip. If I met said goal in my head, then surely whatever wish I had at the time (usually that the boy I had a crush on would like me back), I would have granted. If I'm being completely honest, I did this up to the age of about 23. Um...yeah.....

3) Eating strange food items in nature. On the way home from the bus stop, my friend and I would see these purple flowers that we would pick off the stems and then suck out the "juice." My friend always told me they were safe...and I guess I'm not dead, so that's nice. I remembered this one the other day when I was walking home from church and saw the same type of flowers. I refrained from eating them. Also on the list of weird things we ate as kids: "cheezy weeds," some sort of green weed that had a little middle that tasted like a green bean; and wild raspberries we found down by the creek. And yet I still haven't ever eaten a brussel sprout.

4) Dreaming up the idea of starting a business where I squished bread into little balls and other various shapes...and then SOLD IT. WTF?? Yeah, it was a foolproof plan with very little overhead cost (because my parents bought the bread, meaning it was free, right?) and driven by a lot of ambition. And really, who wouldn't want to eat a smooshed up piece of bread that had been rolled in the hands of a small child?

I'm positive there are more things like this that I've done. When I remember them, I'll post part two of this lovely confession...