I am linking up with A Complete Waste of Makeup for this week's Sunday Social that focuses on childhood. Mine was pretty uneventful as evidenced by my boring answers below.
Did you sleepwalk as a child?
Nope. And to this day, I still sleep like a log. Once I am down, there is no way to wake me up. It's incredibly convenient for living in an apartment where our neighbors violently argue about laundry softener (true story). It's also incredibly inconvenient for when masked robbers/serial killers break into your apartment, steal all your treasures and shove a fork through your neck (not a true story... knock on wood).
Did you ever try to run away or sneak out of your house?
I believe one day I "ran away" for like 2 hours. I went across the street and forgot to pack snacks so naturally I had to return home. I also had no way to know how much time had passed so I thought I had been gone like 17 months and when I walked back in triumphantly expecting this grand reception, I was very sadly disappointed.
Did you have any imaginary friends?
None. I did (still do) talk to myself a lot, though. And by talk to myself, I mean I have legit conversations with myself. Does that count?
Did you ever go toilet papering?
No. I participated in no such deviant behavior. I was a good girl.
Did you ever sneak tv shows you weren’t allowed to watch?
After TGIF, my brother would stay up awake while my parents passed out on the couch and watch 20/20. I think that is where I developed such an... imaginative childhood where I was convinced every neighbor was secretly a serial killer with some collection of body parts in their potting shed. My parents were convinced for awhile I would end up as a detective, but the sight of blood causes me to pass out (true story).
Thanks for stopping by and hope to meet some new bloggers that hopefully had more exciting/less violent childhoods!
Did you sleepwalk as a child?
Nope. And to this day, I still sleep like a log. Once I am down, there is no way to wake me up. It's incredibly convenient for living in an apartment where our neighbors violently argue about laundry softener (true story). It's also incredibly inconvenient for when masked robbers/serial killers break into your apartment, steal all your treasures and shove a fork through your neck (not a true story... knock on wood).
Did you ever try to run away or sneak out of your house?
I believe one day I "ran away" for like 2 hours. I went across the street and forgot to pack snacks so naturally I had to return home. I also had no way to know how much time had passed so I thought I had been gone like 17 months and when I walked back in triumphantly expecting this grand reception, I was very sadly disappointed.
Did you have any imaginary friends?
None. I did (still do) talk to myself a lot, though. And by talk to myself, I mean I have legit conversations with myself. Does that count?
Did you ever go toilet papering?
No. I participated in no such deviant behavior. I was a good girl.
Did you ever sneak tv shows you weren’t allowed to watch?
After TGIF, my brother would stay up awake while my parents passed out on the couch and watch 20/20. I think that is where I developed such an... imaginative childhood where I was convinced every neighbor was secretly a serial killer with some collection of body parts in their potting shed. My parents were convinced for awhile I would end up as a detective, but the sight of blood causes me to pass out (true story).
Thanks for stopping by and hope to meet some new bloggers that hopefully had more exciting/less violent childhoods!
Lol! I find that the older I get the more I talk to myself. It's kinda scary.
ReplyDeleteI think I would rather sleep through that home invasion. Ignorance is bliss and sleeping ignorance is blissier. Thanks for sharing.
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