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Nominus Experse
I found dead animals and brought them home to play with, like dolls or action figures.
I drank the butane out of a lighter I found whilst eating sand.
I had a strange fascination with throwing pinecones backwards.
I used to take the plastic milk crates from the nearby school, stack them up as high as I could, and then proceeded to run into them full speed while on rollar blades. I did this for hours.
I used to pick my scabs and eat them.
I used to believe that Jurassic Park was real, and that there was a T-Rex in my yard.
I believed that God could talk to my through the knotholes in trees. I had to spray them with water first, and then he would talk.
I used to pee into those plastic easter eggs, close them quickly, and then go outside, depositing my urine on certain plants. I thought I was "blessing" them
I remember I put a dime up my ass.
My three-wheeler was a boat on land. I really don't know how that one worked...
I ate LEGOS when younger.
I used to travel the block, looking for as many of those "roley-poley" bugs I could find. Once I had a good handful, I would find a wall. I then proceeded to take each individual bug and hurl it as hard as I could against my new-found wall.
I thought Tuna was immortal.
And my father convinced me that Star Wars was real, and the Russians were the Empire.
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