I climbed a very large rock once, only to have it become a very small island when the tide came in. Because of this, I'm scared of swimming in the ocean, lakes, or anywhere I can't see the bottom.

I can pop my wrist out of joint, and pop it back in so rapidly that I can fling coins across the room.

I can tie cherry stems in knots and unwrap Starburst Fruit Chews using only my tongue.

Oh, wait, that's more of a "Seductive, Little Known Thing About Me."

Ok, I died in 1959 in a plane crash with Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper.

No, wait, that wasn't me.

I'm so bad at this.

I couldn't say the name "Elisabeth" when I was little. The closest I'd get would be "El-sa-bet".

When I was born the doctors told my mother I wasn't going to grow over four feet. I'm 5'2! HA!

Yeah, that's what I do. My friends call it the 'ORLY?' look. That, or if they've done something stupid, the 'Oh run!' look

When I was little (4-5) I somehow memorized almost all of Rod Stewarts songs.

When my mom would take me shopping, I would hide in those circle racks that held jeans and stuff, and when someone would touch the rack I would sing. As soon as the stopped touching the rack or stopped moving, I would stop. They would touch it again I would sing, and so on.

When I would get into trouble at the store for this, I would scream "Please mom, please don't beat me like you do at home!!!" at the top of my lungs. This would get me off the hook (for a short bit of time) since everyone looked at my mom like she was some type of child beater (which she wasn't, she dealt out the avg whoopings when needed)

That is all for now.

Oh something said here reminds me. When I was younger I was playing Beauty and the Beast with my sister, and I couldn't say Beauty yet so I called her Beedee. The nickname as followed her.

OMG! I did something similar to my mom when I was a bitty kid! I had a bad habit of yanking clothes off of racks as we'd pass them, me in the cart. Finally my mom got tired of saying No and smacked me on the hand... nothing big, right? But I just started shrieking "No! Mommy, don't hit me no more! Please, Mommy!"

She had to leave our full cart and get out of the store cause I wouldn't stop!

She could laugh about it later, of course.

Apparently, I was such a cute baby that random people would tell them that they should try and put me on a commercial. They never did though.

I once had a pet chicken who my neighbor's dog kinda mauled, so my veterinarian uncle (...who just happened to previously be a butcher) had to put it down. He was quite good that night (so everyone else said, I was too mortified at the time).

...O_o

It's funny in hindsight.

...

I can raise them each independently. Really fast, one after the other, too!

My friend does that. In time to music. When I'm on the phone. He did it once when I w as drinking something, but since I was facing him...let's just say he's careful not to do that anymore

Let's see...

I could read and speak at the age of about 2.

I can put my leg around my neck. While standing. And I'm not particularly lanky.

I was in Mensa, but never renewed my membership. I still have the card and folder and crap they send you, so I can flash it to show I am teh genius.

My psychological evaluation was recorded on video, and is now used for educational purposes.

I once performed a tracheotomy in a shopping mall.

I have an irrational fear of dandelions.

I was once paid £20 by a disgruntled security guard to vandalize the place he was sacked from.

I have moved house more times than I've been on holiday abroad.

...I like... uh... cheese?

Doom was probably my first experience with horror, dad was playing it when I was around 5 or 6, he would play it with the volume high enough to hear the gunshots, monster screams, etc. in the house. I was curious what was that and well when I saw the game on the screen and saw a pinky demon blow up with the shotgun, I screamed and cried, run out of the house and promised myself not to head back in until he stop playing that game. Heh, mom then berated dad to throw that game away and I think he did.

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So do I

I haven't worn any kind of shoe but Converse hightops since I was about 3 years old.
Bare feet freak me out.
When I was really little, I used to take my clothes off as often as I could. I'd get in trouble at preschool because I was constantly naked. My parents eventually just put me in little overalls because I had trouble getting them off for some reason.

I knew a guy named Dane that did that, well the shoes thing. He also used to have blue dreads, a giant LP collection of some of the best punk ever. And taught me how to copy information from magnetic strips to other magnetic strips (like cc's, gas cards, metro cards)

We did it mainly with metro cards, bought a 5-10 metro card, and just used that to reload our spare ones, granting us free roam on the metro .

I hate wearing shoes, socks, etc., especially indoors, and I only wear underwear when it's as a precursor to, er, playtime.

I placed 9th in the national spelling bee in 7th grade. The latter part of the competition was televised on one of the ESPN stations. That same year, I was invited to attend an all-girls college with a program designed to include a high school curriculum- unfortunately, with only a single parent, the cost was prohibitive, and I didn't think I was mature or disciplined enough at the time.

Over the years, my hair's been nearly every colour I can think of (intentionally or unintentionally), except green.

I am the only person in my family who knows how to eat a mango properly.

I've never travelled outside the US- Windsor, Ont. doesn't count. It's a city just across the Michigan border designed for people in MI who've just turned 19 and can now legally drink in Canada.

I like to try out various accents in public with strangers who don't know the difference.

I once made my fourth grade teacher cry, though I was everyone's teacher's pet until high school. I'd sprained my knee pretty severely, and one of the side effects on children under 14 was violent mood swings... Shame no one told my mother that until after I had my poor teacher in tears in class.

Yowza.

I'm 23 years old and I never learned to properly tie my shoes. I make a fake two-loop shoestring knot.


Hawt.

I've been to Germany, South Korea and the USA

I hated english class

I can speak some korean(like 4 or 5 words)

big dogs scare me