Wait, Kids Did WHAT? 35 Wild Childhood Moments That Make No Sense Now

I thought my stuffed animals had feelings and would get jealous if I didn’t sleep with them, so I crammed over 30 of them into my bed just to keep the peace.

I collected rocks and when mom told me to toss them out, I hid them instead. I thought throwing them back outside would make them cold and sad, like I was betraying my little rock friends. What if I was a rock? What would I feel?

While other kids collected cards and toys, I was out here collecting leaves. Not just any leaves, but special leaves. My leaf game was strong.

Whenever a game was loading, I pretended I didn’t care so it would hurry up. Spoiler: It didn’t work, but hey, gotta try something!

I used to press on my bruises just to see how long I could handle the pain without flinching. Still kind of do, don’t judge.

I was scared to share pillows because I thought my dreams could get trapped in them and jump into someone else’s head. Talk about guarding your bedtime secrets!

I honestly thought I was the only real person and everything else was just a simulation. Tinfoil hat, anyone?

I lowkey thought I could be a werewolf. Yeah, not my proudest moment.

I used to think that when I was out, my dolls had dance parties. No shame in that, right?

I’d undress my dolls just to check out their plastic bits. Wish I could say I was curious, but mostly I was just a weirdo.

I totally thought I was the main character in the world. Spoiler: everyone thinks that at some point.

I could hide gum in my throat and cough it back up whenever I wanted. Gross party trick, I know.

I proudly told my dad I had five boyfriends. Spoiler: they were all crushes.

I used to imagine my loved ones dying and start crying. Yep, a super cheerful kid.

I wished for pain so people would care about me. Tried hurting myself but never broke a bone. Not the healthiest phase, but hey, it’s childhood.

I ate sand because it tasted good. Yep, no explanation needed.

Peer pressured into eating ants on the side of the road. They tasted weirdly lemony thanks to some acid or something. Would not have guessed ants were gourmet snacks!

I used to halfway swallow noodles and then pull them back out of my throat. Why? No clue.

Eating paper was a thing, okay? I promise I didn’t do it for attention.

Peeling the skin off my lips till they bled because boredom is a strange thing.

When I had a headache, I hit myself harder right where it hurt. Maybe my weird way of saying 'it could be worse'?

I seriously did geometry for fun. Yeah, I was that kid.

I bit my sibling’s toes. Sorry, not sorry.

I pulled out my teeth before they were ready just 'cause I wanted to. Yep, had to yank out my front bottom teeth myself.

I talked to the wind and thought it told me to start a group to take over the world. We mostly wanted to stop climate change and war, but then everyone thought it was a game and left.

I would cry if the sock’s stitch wasn’t lined up with my toes or if it was on wrong side. Yep, little sock perfectionist here.

Ate leaves because, well, they tasted good. No idea why.

I ate glue. Childhood was weird.

I munched on rocks and chewed on bottle caps just to see what would happen. Kid logic, right?

I used to imagine dying and picturing my parents crying and feeling lost without me. Pretty dark for kid-me.

I set fire to my friend’s yard. Let’s just say I learned about consequences the hard way.

I tore off a fly’s wings. Yep, little monster alert.

I caught frogs and stuck them in my mouth. Gross but true.

I ate super poisonous plants and just slept it off like a champ. Teen me was feeling lucky, apparently.

Between ages 8 and 11, I’d catch lizards, cockroaches, sparrows, rats, mice—you name it. If they tried to escape, I’d injure them to keep them put and fed them to big red ants in the yard. I’d watch it all happen for hours. Later, I read animal torture in kids can be a serial killer sign. Yikes.