Today I decided that I was a strange child. Let's examine the evidence:

-When I was six years old, my favourite toy was this cat. Not a stuffed cat. It was a plastic lawn ornament. Serious. His name was Scatters. He had green eyes.
-I used to wake up REALLY early to watch cartoons. What? That's normal? Well, I would only tolerate the cartoons because after cartoons came the Adaams Family, and I was OBSESSED with Wednesday Adaams. She was basically the shiz. Her booby-traps were genius, and I may have modelled some of my "Evil Babysitter Booby-traps" after hers...
-My dad used to have this huge rice jar in his closet full of pennies. One day I stole it, and we dumped ALL the pennies in the sandbox outside and buried them and then ran the garden hose over it. Why? We wanted to dig for "Underwater Buried Treasure". Duh.
-I once lost my skipping rope, so I made one out of bread bags.
-I'm pretty sure there was one summer where I wore my homemade toga everyday. That was during my Ancient Egypt phase.
-When I was nine, I directed a small play about two babies that we made up at recess for our teacher's birthday. Complete with music and props. We performed it in class instead of doing math.
-One day my mum came home and I had constructed a geodesic dome out of newspaper in my livingroom.
-I learned to forge my little brother's writing perfectly, so if he ever made me mad, I would just write on the walls and say it was him. Worked every time. (Sorry Logan.)


No wonder my parents were worried....  haha.