Some strange things from my childhood...

1) There was a mail box down the street. Well not a mail box, but a mail storage box that the mailman stored mail in. On this box, it said "Help keep our city clean". I would walk by that box everyday.

I would read "Help keep our city clean". Only in my mind, I saw "Keep keep our city clean". So here would be this little boy, standing at the mailbox, reading "Keep keep your city clean" and thinking :wtf: . For some reason, I could not SEE what it properly said. This is unusual to say the least, because I have always been a great reader, and have never had dyslexia, etc.

I stared at that damn thing for days, until I finally convinced myself that there was a spelling error on the mail box. I thought I was a genius for finding the spelling error. I made my dad walk down to the mail box with me, as I excitedly told him about their mistake. He looked at me and said "There is no mistake philboy, it says "Help keep your city clean". I insisted it said "Keep keep your city clean"...I literally could not SEE it correctly.

A few days later...I walked by the box, and I could FINALLY read it as "Help keep your city clean".

I have no idea what caused me to read that incorrectly.

2) As a kid, I hated winter, and I still do. I used to count the days until spring. I knew that May was a warm weather month, and March was always cold. One year, I confused March and May. When March first arrived, I pictured that "May Day" festivity where you walk around a pole or something and stomp on a cake or something like that? I don't know...but in my mind I am telling myself "Wait a minute...it has to be warm to walk around outside with no jacket on and stomp on a cake". So I insisted to one of my teachers that it was "May Day"., and the weather should be warmer. She gently tried to tell me that it was indeed March, and not May, and I told her she was wrong.

The next day, I figured out what an idiot I was.

Anyone else have any weird stories where your brain went haywire as a child??

mine had yellowish letters on it.

I don't think I see them around anymore.

I spill my guts in here, and only triguy is kind enough to respond.

I'm putting you all on ignore.

I'm locking my PM's.

I'm fucking leaving DU.

You know how much typing this took for a kid who can't tell the difference between "help" and "keep"?

That's it...I'm leaving.

Maybe I should have posted a thread about Lee Mercer or whatever the fuck his name is.

Maybe things would be different if I were part of the "in crowd".

Locking.

I was gonna respond with something interesting, provocative and deep.

But if this thread is locked, I guess I can't...

philboy has been spoken to.

Liar liar pants on fire!!!!!!!


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lost

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Oh — there's no such category? :shrug:



Well, then — I'M BOYCOTTING THE DUZIES!!!11

I always knew you were smart and could recognize true genius. :hi:

I did, however, stick my tongue on a cold light pole...

did you really??

Do you know how tempted i was to do that as a kid?

Because everyone said not to...:rofl:

I was about 5 years old, all by myself (kids wandered around alone more in the '50s) a couple blocks from my house, and I stuck my tongue on the pole and it froze there. So I stood there, horrified, with my tongue on the pole, and I couldn't get loose and finally I just yanked it off and ran home, crying, with a bloody tongue. It didn't hurt for long and I didn't lose much skin, but I never even considered doing that again.

The wierd part was when he went on vacation for three months.

that I would point at people and shout purple, green, or whatever... when I was very young.

I don't remember doing this. :crazy:

Occasionally I would sit on it as it was in the sun and warm, and presented a better view than I had on my short legs. A telephone pole was right next to it, and because the box had limited entertainment value, I became more interested in the pole. I could stand on the box and reach the climbing spikes the company provided for the serviceman. There was a neat little platform up there with a tent. I could climb up there and sit hidden from the world. Once, a worker left his odd phone behind that had alligator clips on the end. I learned I could tap into any wire in front of me and listen to someone talk. Cool! But not many people made calls in our neighborhood so I lost interest in it for the moment.

It was during this moment I decided to take a walk; a walk on the wires. I walked down the street past the Shilling house, then went up the hill. After I crossed the creek and forest, I noticed the poles didn't have the climbing spikes anymore and began to wonder how I would get down. I wondered if I might have to use the magic telephone company telephone to make an emergency rescue call (no, I had better plans for that phone later). My answer arrived when the line made an abrupt turn and had a pair of support guy wires employed to hold the whole thing up. I was able to slide down these cables back down to earth.

I hoofed it back to the creek and followed it down to the storm drain entrance. The underground system was my old way to sneak around my neighborhood (during the summer, silly). I soon found myself peering out of the corner drain at the mail storage box and the magic telephone pole across the street.

Dammit, the mailman was talking with the telephone man now and I might be in trouble......I have the telephone man's magic telephone, and I had already scored the key to the green box when I helped the mailman upright his ridiculous three wheeled vehicle that tips over on inclines. I was eight years old at the time, and everything was right in my world, and I planned to keep it that way....

I was a weeeeird kid. I would dress up as some pretend person, or a person from a story I had read, but wouldnt respond to my dad or anyone unless they called me the right name. 1)When I was like two, my dad said I wanted to be either a firetruck or a American Revolution soldier when I grew up (hey, we lived in Philly and it was around the Bicentinneal). 2)I had an invisible friend who had to have a place at the dinner table, until he moved to another country. 3)I spat a Twinkie at my pre-school teacher on the first day of school, which got me expelled from that school. (My dad never gave me sweets or manufactured food like that - and the teacher forced me to eat it!)

That's all I feel like sharing for now. And I have dyslexia, so I always mis-read things... even now that I'm a "grown-up".

...she would take me into a Ladies clothes store.
I always saw these signs all over the store that said "Hose for sale" or "Ladies Hose on special"
I used to think for a long time "Why in the heck do they sell garden hose in a clothing store?"

The Best one was (again when I was small) ..I'd hear on the TV "And Forces fought the Guerrillas all morning"
I used to think "Why do people want to fight with Monkeys ??"

I can remember this as if it were yesterday, I refused to say "Living Room" I called it the Riving Room I figured everyone in the world was insane that a room could not be "living" I was about 4 at the time and no matter how many people told me I was wrong in my mind I was right,