I seriously think I was born a little crazy. As in, I do things that normal kids don't usually do unless they're 'gifted' in very odd ways. Take my little 'flying' stint when I was 5. What normal kid would believe that she/he could fly? And then believe that her/his brains are leaking out when she/he has injured her head?? Only me. So far...only me.
Recently, actually, yesterday, another stupid little childhood thing of mine appeared in the form of erasers. I think I was mentally unstable. I had this really odd rubber fetish when I was 9 and collected used, new, ugly, nice, cute and stupid erasers. You know the kind you use to rub out mistakes? My mum was cleaning up our old stuff and uncovered it from underneath my junk. Everybody, no doubt, still remembers. I still remember the time they found it in '97. We used to have individual mini drawers, see. And I had this really weird thing for hiding them. I don't know why I was afraid my parents would find out about it. So I kept it hidden and one day my parents opened the drawer and found it wrapped up in this handkerchief like thing and questioned me about it. I, of course, did not really answer and to this day they are still laughing at me. Take my dad for instance, he came home and the first thing he did was shout 'Lydia... Don't you want to keep your erasers??' And I was all like 'NO!' [The erasers are on display on my dining table] and then he comes up and laughs at me like 'HAHAHA! What do you mean no? Don't you like them?' And I'm all '-_____-" I was NINE!' and he just walks away laughing like it's the funniest thing on earth. See what I mean when I said I was cracked? I don't wonder why I'm like this though. Everybody in my family is a little woo-hoo in the good sense.
Gotta go now! It's raining cats and dogs and not Toshiya. BYE!
