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smeared-ink asked: Yellow.

Seven facts about my childhood.

Man, I really do want to be super in depth but I’m really tired right meow. And if I don’t answer this at the moment I’ll probably just forget, so hey, here’s some random facts.

1. I should honestly be dead because most of my childhood was spent doing extremely dangerous shit. ‘Cause even though I loved my games, I also loved to play outside, and me and my friend Brian would do stuff like wander aimlessly through forests, see how far we could walk out on frozen lakes and then attempt to break the ice, and throw rocks at trains.
2. I have only moved once in my life, and it wasn’t that much of a transition (Plymouth to Maple Grove, woaaahhh). I rather miss my old house though. It had a forest and train tracks in the back yard (Hence the fucking around with trains as a kid).
3. Once when I was in pre-school I was being bullied by this kid named Christopher. One day he was chasing me on the playground, and I ran up the slide to get away. He started climbing up the slide as well (It was a twisty slide), so I started peeing down the slide. He slipped, fell down, realized what was happening, and didn’t bother me anymore.
4. I have had an absurd amount of guinea pigs growing up. I believe 11. After the first three died I sort of stopped caring about death in general. My first guinea pig - Cookies - was murdered by my brother when he tried to shove an apple down his throat.
5. Both video games and adventuring outdoors consumed my childhood free time. I did absolutely awful in school and opted just to pull all-nighters mostly playing StarCraft or surfing Newgrounds. Before that I remember constantly playing games like Einhander, Digimon World 3, and Pokemon Puzzle League (And you know, all those other games people played).
6. My parents raised me in that gray area between “what they knew” and the spread of political correctness through the advent of communications technology. Also my mom “got it” a little faster than my dad, which lead to half of my childhood life being full of angry attacks and the other half being strange regrets on the part of my parents. I don’t want to say “beatings” because that just makes it sound terrible, because it really wasn’t that bad. I just think the juxtaposition is funny more than anything. I remember quite often if I would be in trouble I’d find myself hiding in a bathroom because the door could lock, and my dad would be pounding on it, and then he would take the hinges off the doors and I’d have to somehow bolt past to get the fuck outside. Good times.
7. Saturday morning cartoons were the best. I couldn’t get up for school for the life of me but every Saturday I would be up and in the kitchen, wrapped in my Digimon blanket, eating a bowl of cereal and watching some cartoons. Aww yeah.