My grandma called while we were eating dinner today. Somehow, we ended up on the subject of something that I did when I was a little kid. I thought about it for a few minutes and realized quite a few things from then and now. I have a bunch of little kid stories so if ya'll like this, I'll probably write another post like this.
1) I could never do math.
When I was in pre-k, I was writing out three letter words and a couple four letter words like "fish". It might have had to do with the fact my birthday was 22 days after the cut off date for the year, so I was four instead of three. However, then I have to remember the fact that I once got into a huge fight with the only friend I had. He thought the numbers went "twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty". I was convinced it went "twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten" because "thirty didn't make sense". I'm proud to say that I can now count but my math skills haven't improved by much.
2) My dog was a saint.
The second I was given a walker, I figured out how to use it and I was gone. Simple as that. My mom had had a dog since she was fourteen, who she still had until I was about five. That dog used to stand over me and growl if anyone else tried to get near me. After I was in the walker, I used to chase her around the house screaming "DUN-DARRR" at the top of my lungs because I couldn't pronounce her name. She never bit me even though she really should have after that.
3) I was an arrogant little diva.
Until I was like five or six, I used to stare at myself in the mirror and I was obsessed with how I looked. All the time. Pretty self-explanatory. I have no idea why I used to do that but I don't like mirrors anymore, especially when its dark.
4) I never really liked people.
I always hid behind Mom when people would try to talk to me, even if it was family. I never wanted to talk to anyone and I remember a few times when I almost started crying because they would comment on how shy I was because I didn't want to talk to them. I was much happier around the couple of friends I had, or around any animals.
5) Not a fuck was given.
The story my grandma told me was that when I was about three or four, my grandpa was trying to light a fire in the fireplace. I kept warning him that he was going to get burned but he didn't want to listen, no matter how many times I told him, so I went to my grandma and sat down next to her. I told her, "I warned him. Oh well." Mom said I must have jinxed him because the newspaper he was using kept catching on fire and flying out at him. I remember just sitting there like, "Well, I did warn you."