sharke

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....
 

 
 
 
 

HAHA thats brilliant sharke. standing close to a mannaquin gives a very odd sensation, as does stepping onto an immobile escalator. 

I played with this for a couple years:
 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apl21PN-w44
 
 
 

Rimshot
I played with this for a couple years:
 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apl21PN-w44
 
 
 

Oh dear I can imagine the noise that makes getting old after a couple of hours, at least to the parents 

 
For me, it was a LOT of these!

craigb

 
For me, it was a LOT of these!

 
Yeah but did you ever build anything USEFUL with them? 
 

I remember as a boy the famous radio race call during the `56 Olympics and hearing
"it`s Herbaliot coming around the final bend"
it was strange because later I realised it was odd because everyone was shouting at a horse race and Dad was dead against gambling...
Turns out it was the runner Herb Elliot during the mile race-everytime a I hear a racecall it reminds me.
 
but then I thought Viet Cong Guerillas were actually trained gorilla`s with machine gun belts and attitude.
 
what a magical time childhood is.
cheers
 
 

webbs hill studio
...but then I thought Viet Cong Guerillas were actually trained gorilla`s with machine gun belts and attitude.
 

 

craigb

webbs hill studio
...but then I thought Viet Cong Guerillas were actually trained gorilla`s with machine gun belts and attitude.
 

 

I was RIGHT!!!!!

I know this is pretty embarrassing but when satellite TV first came out I could not shake off the image of the presenters broadcasting from a studio in space. Full disclaimer - I was not a child. While my rational mind knew fine well that the studios were firmly on the ground, every time I thought about satellite TV I had this mental image of weightless TV presenters floating around. 

sharke
I know this is pretty embarrassing but when satellite TV first came out I could not shake off the image of the presenters broadcasting from a studio in space. Full disclaimer - I was not a child. While my rational mind knew fine well that the studios were firmly on the ground, every time I thought about satellite TV I had this mental image of weightless TV presenters floating around. 

That makes sense.  Their stories carried no weight and weren't grounded in reality anyway, ya?