I was big into the space race - stayed home from school to watch the launches. I remember when Apollo 11 was scheduled to land on the moon, my father went out and bought a color TV (a rather new and expensive item in 1969). He wanted to see the moon landing in color. The launch of the Saturn V from Florida was pretty in color, but he was really upset when the first video pictures from the moon came through. They were in black and white!
 
Of course space, rockets and astronauts was the main thing for me. Had a toy called 'Major Matt Mason' that I played with all the time. In the youtube video below, I had everything in the commercial except for the giant. I had the moonbase, the space cannon, the rocket sled, etc.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R99hAG0tgkg
 

I haven't done anything weird. Not exactly...
 
When I was young, for the majority of the year, I was only allowed indoors at night and I was confined to a one block radius during the day. There weren't many other kids around to bother me, so I spent the vast majority of my time imagining stories. During recess, I would wander around the playground working out a drum pattern or bass line. I would work out each part in the band and combine them in my mind. They sounded great to me. I read a large box of books every week. It infuriated my Dad, who felt that reading for enjoyment was only for girls. Granted, his lips moved trying to work out a stop sign, but that's the way it was. 
 
Because my social development was limited exclusively to cartoons during the winter and tall tails in the summer, Nearly everything around me had a personality. I had great conversations with my dogs. The elephant ear bush was usually a bit rude and sarcastic. There were a couple of trees that I never liked. You know how some trees are just mean and there's nothing you can say to change things? My Mom made my Dad build me a tree house. It was six inches off of the ground and had no walls or roof. Even the snakes laughed at it.
 
I was convinced that I was the only person in the world who was real. I was a lab experiment and every single person on "Earth" was a part of it. The world itself was only constructed and manipulated as a part of the tests, for reasons I couldn't begin to fathom. I was positive that if I moved fast enough, I would catch somebody in the act of creating the illusion of a world. In the car, I would stare out the back to see if I could make out the world tearing apart like a zipper, turning just outside of my field of vision to come around to the front, where it would zip back together at the far edge of the horizon. I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse a few times. Obviously, I couldn't let anyone know. I had to play along. I suspected that if they found out, my torturers, (posing as my family) would take out all of their hostility on me at once. I couldn't even tell my dogs because you know they can't keep a secret. In addition, they were listening everywhere.
 
Now, when I say that, everyone assumes that I know it's not true. Right. Of course it isn't.

UbiquitousBubba
I haven't done anything weird. Not exactly...
 
I was convinced that I was the only person in the world who was real. I was a lab experiment and every single person on "Earth" was a part of it. The world itself was only constructed and manipulated as a part of the tests, for reasons I couldn't begin to fathom. I was positive that if I moved fast enough, I would catch somebody in the act of creating the illusion of a world. In the car, I would stare out the back to see if I could make out the world tearing apart like a zipper, turning just outside of my field of vision to come around to the front, where it would zip back together at the far edge of the horizon. I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse a few times. Obviously, I couldn't let anyone know. I had to play along. I suspected that if they found out, my torturers, (posing as my family) would take out all of their hostility on me at once. I couldn't even tell my dogs because you know they can't keep a secret. In addition, they were listening everywhere.
 
Now, when I say that, everyone assumes that I know it's not true. Right. Of course it isn't.

Sounds like the "Simulation Hypothesis"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simulation_hypothesis
 
http://www.space.com/30124-is-our-universe-a-fake.html
 
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/blogs/physics/2015/07/are-we-living-in-a-computer-simulation/
 

Hi,
 
In the 50's, at least in Portugal, you did not go to the market to buy meat or bread ... someone was always coming to the door, selling it. One of them, was a very nice "Gypsy" lady that always came with that really big half moon straw bag of meat and mom would get this and that ... and one day, in my head, I saw her coming, and I ran to the kitchen door, and put my head through the window (broke it), and she wasn't there.
 
Sadly, never saw her again, and even at this late age, I can see her on occasion. In dreams and such!

sharke

Moshkito
Hi,
 
In the 50's, at least in Portugal, you did not go to the market to buy meat or bread ... someone was always coming to the door, selling it. One of them, was a very nice "Gypsy" lady that always came with that really big half moon straw bag of meat and mom would get this and that ... and one day, in my head, I saw her coming, and I ran to the kitchen door, and put my head through the window (broke it), and she wasn't there.
Sadly, never saw her again, and even at this late age, I can see her on occasion.

Q.E.D. 

What's "Q. E. D."  .... and you guys like to joke about me saying weird stuff!

SteveStrummerUK
 
 
It's Latin.

Like the priests say at mass "my father can beat your father a dominoes"?

Moshkito

sharke

Moshkito
Hi,
 
In the 50's, at least in Portugal, you did not go to the market to buy meat or bread ... someone was always coming to the door, selling it. One of them, was a very nice "Gypsy" lady that always came with that really big half moon straw bag of meat and mom would get this and that ... and one day, in my head, I saw her coming, and I ran to the kitchen door, and put my head through the window (broke it), and she wasn't there.
Sadly, never saw her again, and even at this late age, I can see her on occasion.

Q.E.D. 

What's "Q. E. D."  .... and you guys like to joke about me saying weird stuff!

It stands for quod erat demonstrandum which is Latin for "which is what had to be proven." The only reason I know that is from math lessons at school when we had to prove some geometrical truth or property and end the proof with "Q.E.D."

E.D.Qay
 
Same, but in Pig Latin.