Odd childhood logic

Now that's a little OCD

 

I cant remember having any specific childhood logic.
Probably cos I still have childish logic today.

For instance , I 'll never have an eyeetest.
Reason is
1)I'd look a tit with glasses
2)If I had an operation on my eyes instead , I might die.

( because doctors "accidentally" kill people if they wanna sexually abuse their corpses , or their body parts are on a "wanted list")

Therefore I see no point in having an eye test

( ok so u might think that makes me an idiot )

 

When I thought there was a monster in my room, I would pull the covers all the way up to my chin and lay perfectly still so that when the monster saw me all it would see was a head and think that someone else had already gotten to me and cut my head off.
Looking back, I was very morbid as a child. All my childhood logic stories have to do with killing. Hmmm...

 

It's ok, the letters thanked me for it. :biggrin:

My brother when we were really little thought the only way to drink water was to flick it into your mouth with your toothbrush. That didn't make any sense but it's funny to think about.

 

whenever we wer driving in a car when i was younger in a thunderstorm, i would try to cover up all the metal seatbelts for me and my brother and sister so we wouldnt be struck by lightning

 

i think i've shared this before, but when i was a little kid i used to be afraid of getting a cut on my toe, because once i learned about gravity i assumed that if you got a cut on your toe or foot that gravity would keep pulling more and more blood down and it would all spill out and you'd bleed to death from even a minor cut.

 

Oh shit, someone better tell FlannelWearin'Gal.

 

I remember when my brother and I were younger we would fly from AZ to FL to visit my dad (our parents are divorced). My brother was probably about 6-y-o and was just learning about other planets and the solar system. We were driving from the airport our first day there and my brother told my. "We live on planet Earth. What planet do you live on dad?" Because of the plane trip, he assumed that we were going into space to visit our dad, on a whole other planet. That still makes me giggle every time I think about it.

 

I remember before I could write phrases and sentences, I would write my Nana codes.

I used to write "XOXXXXOXOXOOOOX OXO OXO OXOXXXX O XOXO" crap to her that only she could decipher. She used to play along with me and read aloud the words that I was trying to say to her. She would make things up that were so realistic and funny to me, that I actually was convinced that I could write in my own language.

 

Heres my kidlike logic.

Aris, it's Van Gogh's birthday, and you're ear cuttingly beautiful.

 

My first sex talk was from a boy in my class that informed a bunch of us that a woman can have a baby when she bleeds a lot, which some girls die from, and a boy can have a baby when he pees in a baloon. He had a brother in 6th grade that told him that, so we were convinced it was true. I was scared every time I got a cut. I was sure that I would be one of the girls that died.

 

I had some real wacked out system of time. Minutes were shorter than seconds and I would use this system to cheat in counting for hide and seek. I thought that multiplication worked by combining the numbers like 4 time 4 equals 44. I also had some theories about infinity and adding things to infinity. The moon was closer too. I was a straight up newtonian prodigy.

 

^Or just retarded?

 

probably...

 

When my sister and I were little we made up a game called Tom and Jerry. Like the cat and mouse cartoon. It was in the pool and the pool would be cut in half by an invisible line. Whoever was Jerry had to get to the edge of Tom's area without being caught or you had to switch and be Tom. lol It changed to shark and people occasionally when there were more people.

 

My sister and cousin explained to me male and female body parts and how they were used in sex. I assumed that babies lived in bubbles inside of women, and men tried to pop these bubbles. Twins had fathers that were really good at the game.

I was also convinced that if I kept the hair from my hair brush that I could build my own puppy.

 

lol thats really cute

 

Haha yes I've always been a strange one.

I'm glad you did too!

When I was three I had an imaginary baby that I would keep in my hand. I kept my hand balled up in a fist at all times - my parents were afraid that I would end up deforming my hand. Anyways I would start screaming that my baby fell behind the seat in the car and my dad would have to pull over and get my baby for me. My mom loves to tell me that anytime my hand would get sweaty that I would tell her my baby peed on me.

 

That's the best sex logic I've ever heard!

 

I refute your logic thus: contact lenses!