Every now and then I recall my trash hoarding phase. I must have been about 6 or 7 when for some reason I started feeling sorry for garbage and couldn't bear to throw it out. So the drawer next to my bed was full of sandwich crusts, orange peel, candy wrappers and other crap that ended up going moldy until my mother opened it, said "WTF" and put and end to the whole business in one fell swoop despite my hysterical protests. Boy I really did feel sorry for that trash. 
 
Going back 2 or 3 years before this, I had a very strange concept of money. I honestly thought that if something was $10 and you only had $7, you'd buy it and they'd give you $3 change. You can't get more ass backward than that. 
 
At around the age of 9 I developed a head flicking habit. I think it started when I had a long fringe which would get in my eyes and I would flick my head back to get it out - but when I got my hair cut I found myself flicking a phantom fringe away. I couldn't stop. My mother would say "WTF are you doing, stop that at once" and I would sit there on the brink of bursting until I had to leave the room for an epic head flicking session to make up for lost time. It all came to a head one day when after a particularly violent flick I put my neck out. I tried to tell my mother that it had happened at school when I fell against a goal post but she immediately saw right through it and said "you've been flicking again haven't you." She was like Sherlock friggin Holmes a lot of the time. 
 
 

My Brother seems to be able to remember every detail of our childhood.  The level of detail often shocks me.  Once he mentions it, some of those details come back to me, but I still wonder...how the heck did you remember that. 
 
Me, I can barely remember where I left my car keys from day to day, let alone what shoes I was wearing in 1971.

I'm sure I had plenty of weirdness in my youth due to losing both my parents in separate accidents at a very early age. But your post made me remember two oddities of a good friend when he was about 7 or 8. One was he thought electricity could leak from the sockets in his room and so placed cups beneath them to catch it. Another was when we played, along with many of our classmates, in a young people's string ensemble. He grew weary of having to retune his violin constantly so one day he got it in tune and simply glued the pegs with model airplane glue. Much to the chagrin of our flighty music teacher.

 
I'm still a kid.

I don't remember these, but my mom and grandparents told me...
 
I got drunk for the first time shortly after I learned to walk when I emptied my grandfather's glass while he was in the bathroom.  
 
I shaved for the first time when I was 3 or 4. Only, I shaved across my face, from left to right. Apparently there was a lot of blood...

Stuff that I actually do remember.
 
Around age 6-8, I used to play Barbie with my little neighbour. The rules of the game were simple - whatever piece of clothing Barbie took off, she had to take off to. Comparative anatomy.
 
Around the same time, I kicked my best (and only) friend out of the house with a fly swatter because he was talking too much while I was trying to write a story.
 
Age 9 - I destroyed all my paintings and drawings in a fit of artistic despair, crying that I was worthless as an artist and that I'd never amount to anything...
 
Age 10, my mother forced me to take dance lesson. I didn't like my little partner but I fell in love with her mother. I had convinced myself that her husband didn't deserve her and started making plans to rescue her, so that we could run away together and "make love". It didn't quite work, but they actually filed for divorce 2 or 3 years later...
 
Age 10, I brought my mother a container of strawberries and flowers. She didn't seem quite excited as I was when I told her that I got them from the cemetery, across the street. Me I ate strawberries there all the time... 
 
Then I became a teenager and started to do some really odd stuff...

I miss my imaginary pet frog ...

I thought it would be better when I grew up...

Rain
I got drunk for the first time shortly after I learned to walk when I emptied my grandfather's glass while he was in the bathroom.  

 
My brother and I had a similar experience but with our dad's hash cookies. I must have been about 5 and he 7. A batch of them had been made and my dad made a round of normal cookies for me and my brother, to avoid having to explain why we couldn't have any. His went in a jar on a high shelf. Well after eating our cookies we wanted more and had seen him stash the other ones so I got on my brother's shoulders and reached up to the shelf and, well, we ate a good deal of them. This was a very large ingestion of strong Moroccan hashish for any stoner, let alone a couple of brats. You can imagine my dad's horror when he realized. I don't remember much about it but apparently I kept him up all night asking questions about space while my brother snored in bed. We were kept off school the next day. Best not to have your kids show up to school stoned, I guess. 
 

RainAround age 6-8, I used to play Barbie with my little neighbour. The rules of the game were simple - whatever piece of clothing Barbie took off, she had to take off to. Comparative anatomy.

 
Did similar things with the girl up my street when I was even younger, about 4. Absolutely no idea of why I was doing it except a vague thrill which I didn't understand. I used to follow her into the bathroom, and sometimes I would shine a torch up her skirt. LOL! What a little perv. Also, my mother worked Saturdays at a fashion boutique in the city and I would hang out there all day with her sometimes. I had this very healthy interest in the mannequins in the window and for thrills would put my hand up their dresses. In fact I even have a photo of me doing it....
 

 
 
 
 

yorolpal
I'm sure I had plenty of weirdness in my youth due to losing both my parents in separate accidents at a very early age. But your post made me remember two oddities of a good friend when he was about 7 or 8. One was he thought electricity could leak from the sockets in his room and so placed cups beneath them to catch it. Another was when we played, along with many of our classmates, in a young people's string ensemble. He grew weary of having to retune his violin constantly so one day he got it in tune and simply glued the pegs with model airplane glue. Much to the chagrin of our flighty music teacher.

He should go on Shark Tank with that electricity catcher