not all of us can use an IUD :(

Never in the history of ever has there ever been a more Santa Fe makeover. So understated. So heavy on the bronzer.

Husband and I secretly eloped in Key West, came back with fancy new rings and coordinates of the beach we got hitched on.

My husband uses toilet roll to blow his nose. If he has allergies or a cold going on, he will take a roll out of the bathroom to keep in the living room/office/kitchen where he is. Then he will leave it there.

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Neither rats nor gerbils. It was the FLEAS.

I claimed to have twelve imaginary friends, all named Audrey. I never had imaginary friends, and certainly understood that they weren't real, but I had seen multiple kids on TV and in books who had them, and it seemed like something a 'normal' kid was supposed to do (thankfully, I was way too stubborn to do the things…

Yep, I was told to tone it down too. I was also an early reader (18 months - 2 years old), and I couldn't help reading everything I could get my hands on, including cereal boxes/food packaging. I would astound people with my knowledge of additives and preservatives. That may have had a bit to do with the obsessive…

That's nice of your folks. I've noticed that the smartest kid in the class is usually sweet and uncomplaining. It's the third or fourth smartest kid in the class who always loudly complains that they are bored and that they know everything already. :)

I have a nephew like you. When he was about 3, I took him to the zoo to see a new elephant exhibit. I asked him if he was excited to see the elephants, and he just rolled his eyes at me before saying " they're called pachyderms" and walking away.

This later connection to emotional difficulties has been a fascinating link between commenters in this thread. The OCD people had similar habits, the anxiety/depression people were similar kids...interesting. I was super bright but turned into an insufferable d-bag about it. I'd research insulting terms in the…

It might be. I've talked to other people who've pretty much been through the same thing. I had a bunch of beloved family members die in a short period when I was young, so having your cousins own the biggest funeral home in town came in handy, but my depression/anxiety issues predated that. I was just a weird kid that…

Oh my goodness! Reader's Digest! I got my own subscription at 7, because I kept reading my Dad's.

My parents didn't realize how creepy I was until I was about five and didn't have any friends and started writing depressing poetry about how I was going to kill myself. I had serious depression and anxiety issues even as a very young child, and was very unpopular. I was told by all of my teachers that I was too smart…

Not only did I do that as a child, I STILL kind of have this problem as an adult. Like, I was buying a houseplant the other day and I picked up one and noticed that it had a few brown spots on the leaves, so I set it back down and started looking at the other ones...but then I began to feel bad for the sad, scrappy…

That's awesome. I started reading when I was two, and my parents had these endangered species rummy cards that we would use as flash cards to expand my vocabulary. When I was three, we were at the zoo and people were oohing and aahing and talking about antelope and I corrected them by saying "those aren't antelope.…

Oh god. I was six or seven when 'Achy Breaky Heart' came out. My grandparents had a camper in a permanent lot on the Ohio River (on the West Virginia side, thank you very much), one of those campgrounds where you leave your camper year-round and can build porches for them if you wish. That summer, the spot next to…

Was anyone else one of those uber-sensitive kids who ascribed feelings to their toys and stuffed animals? I used to play with all of my toys on a rotation because I was afraid of hurting their feelings. I kind of did that with my clothes too - I would feel guilty if I didn't wear my red shirt for a while because I was…

This happened in either grade 3 or 4, when I was into fighting during recess. Some kids were stripping the leaves/bark off a bush. I went galloping up to them, yelling that they shouldn't do that to the poor bush because it can't defend itself, and they'd better stop OR ELSE. They took off.

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