From what I remember, and what my parents tell me, I was probably not an Fi child. But then, I don't really believe that I could have had a different dominant function back then. That doesn't make sense. So my parents must be wrong, I guess.
Strychnine is all-natural,
So strychnine is all good.
It's Godly and righteous,
So eat it, you should. Who are you to refuse nature's will?
Don't use the multiquote; it was planted by the devil to deceive us.
Social Role: Asscrack/Piece of Shit/Public Defecator/Spiteful Urinator
A different type everyday - so no need to type me anymore. But feel free to enjoy the sound of your own asscrack.
Hmm...apparently I was into mirroring at a young age (j/k), but yeah I was told at the age of two my grandfather was fixing a lawnmower and cut himself, and exclaimed "dammit!" and I mimicked him perfectly, stomping my foot and saying dammit, which made everybody laugh.
I liked attention when I was a kid. I was always smiling brightly for a lot of my pictures, I wish I had better pics to post here than the ones my aunt uploaded on-line, because they reminded me of Petra Pan's pics (also ENFP) just smiling these big huge smiles.
I danced on the coffee table, sang songs from the radio and musicals, was quite good at keeping myself entertained with imaginary games...I remember one time I fell down and skinned my knee, and my great-grandma was walking with a cane, so I grabbed my baton and used it as a "cane" since we both had bum legs.
I loved stuffed animals and dolls and pink and wanted everything I saw. People tell me I was kind of a brat, but the funny thing is when I started school I cried and cried the first day, and was nervous about talking to the other kids.
I learned how to read before I started school and liked to show this off, especially to adults. I remember reading a book to my class in first grade, and one of the kids accusing me of not actually reading it, and I became quite indignant. LOL.
I also remember not wanting to settle in to class in first grade and having mud on my dress shoes, and spending an inordinate time cleaning them so I wouldn't have to sit at my desk, and my teacher stopping me and making me sit down.
I loved being outdoors, one time ran off in the woods near my house with my dog, and got yelled at. Except I kept doing it secretly because I felt perfectly safe and kept ending up in the farmer's yard down the street. We lived in a rural area, so I don't know my grandparents got mad. I guess they thought I'd get bitten by a snake or hit by a car, but there were very few cars on our road at that time. It wasn't even paved, it was gravel.
I had two imaginary friends, their names were Tommy and Lisa. I also liked to jump on my bed a bunch and listen to records.
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
I remember being really sad a chick I had died when the cat scared it. Just the feeling in my body, the emotions, and controlling it. I also remember the feeling when I won a ride to school on the back of a pick up on my birthday and invited all my friends. I don't know what functions they are but those two kinds seem to be pretty characteristic.
Well, I don't have a lot of memories from before age 5 either... that's about when it starts for me, and I remember the birth of my sister. My recollections were focusing on the 5-10 years old segment, and I always remember looking at everything in the framework of "Does this make sense?" And if it didn't, then I wanted to understand it better until it did make sense or I could be sure it was non-sensical. I didn't realize until I got older that many people don't start with that framework any time something happens or they get a new piece of information.
And there were those intense experiences, like when I cried most of the night because I was trying to imagine eternity but my mind couldn't grasp it because it was impossibly huge. (I had already moved past death, since I could understand that.)
Sometimes it's hard to tell what we're reading back into our past vs experienced at the time. (I wondered that when reading Dave Pelzer's memoirs, including "A Boy Named Dave," for example -- much of the narrative is inundated by references that seem to be coming from the adult Dave but are attributed by the writer to the child Dave, where I honestly perceive the child Dave being more "in the moment" and not mentally articulating those things to himself at the time.)
I have some very vivid memories of being three and four years old, which is why I remember my grandmother and great-grandmother so well. I remember those as being some of the happiest years of my entire life.
I don't claim to remember being any younger than two, though, no way.
I do think I had nightmares about being born, though. When I was three or four I remember waking up screaming from nightmares that I was being suffocated by something that reminded me of raw hamburger. I remember this VIVIDLY. I couldn't have been more than two or three, because I was still in "the middle room" with the twin bed that followed my crib, I remember sitting up being terrified that I couldn't breathe and the nightlight was on...I was moved into the back room, they painted it pink, and I got a double bed when I was around four, so I was pretty young.
A lot of it blends together, though, I think. A lot of my 2/3/4 year old memories are very "atmospheric" with only a few things being sharply clear. Everything else is the general feeling, days blended together in the routine of childhood, and my childhood was pretty quiet because of where we lived, I never had to go to daycare or anything, so my days were assuredly quite similar.
I remember special things, like my grandmother teaching VBS - I again couldn't have been more than three or four, because she got really sick when I was five and died a month before my sixth birthday - and making a plaster of paris mold of my hand and painting it yellow with the materials she had gotten for her class.
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
What I remember...I was actually a pretty outgoing kid, but I wanted to do every thing on my terms. I remember informing every one at 4 1/2, I decided I was going up two class because I liked the teacher better. This was about a week after I started. Also I didn't like being with all the dumb babies (I was the youngest, mind you)and everything was too easy. I actually took my stuff and and sat down in her classroom. I could already read and everything, so why did I have to stay with the dumb babies.
As an kid, I didn't know they didn't believe I could read. I'd only just learned to talk six months before, because I had been profoundly deaf (I had a very severe case of glue ear which had been treated, long story) and that my mum had been fighting for me to be put in a main stream school, with the combined efforts of my speech therapist and next door neighbor (a childhood educational specialist.) So I couldn't work out why they thought I couldn't do the work because I helped half the kids with their work at playtime and lunch.
Memories before that, are blurred. I remember the hospital when I had my first pair of grommets. A few memories of my dad and me. I remember our first house. And I remember seeing my sister before she died. (I also have some really awful memories, stuff I won't go into here. Think textbook INFP and traumatic childhood associations. )
I was a very Ne kid. Couldn't shut me up, LOL, and a whirlwind. I was also extremely determined to get my way. I was a day dreamer too. I questioned every thing. It all changed, when I moved to NZ. I was very tall and gangly with a Scottish brogue, not good at sports and a ginger to boot. I also committed the fatal crime of being really brainy. I got teased and bullied mercilessly (although not psychically, because I had a mean temper.) So I withdrew and never really came back out. I became very morbid and dark, wrote lots of stories about people committing suicide. And ended up being questioned by the principle and child psychologist, about whether I was depressed or not. I was ten, and a little too knowing for a ten year old. Personally I thought it was funny. I wrote a lot poetry too from about 8 on wards, and I drew alot, and read even more. I had been going to library by myself since I started school. All in all, I was a really strange kid. Nobody knew what to do with me. I also remember never knowing how to feel about things. I tended to go numb....I was dealing with massive emotions, and suppressed, because I had to stay strong but being built the way I am, I did my damdest, but they'd leak out. Sometimes I'd react oddly. I was very sensitive. They say kids from abusive homes make the best criminal profilers, especially if they are empathetic....I think that statement is true. One of two things happens, you either shut down that side of you, or it gets fine tuned and you used it as a tool for predication. I remember I had a very percuilar sense of justice. I stood down big kids of ten when I was six because they hurt my friend and spilt his smarties. My mother said I was very close to him until he died (he was hit by a truck), she said I was never quite same after he died. I kinda blocked it out of my memory. Apparently I missed him some thing chronic. I stood up to teachers too when they were wrong (or I thought they were being injust). And I'd do things like wonder out of classrooms and hide in the bathroom or closets (okay with one teacher in particular, because she hated me, and made me sit by the stinky boy all the time.)
Um, sorry for the wall of text.
Currently submerged under an avalanche of books and paper work. I may come back up for air from time to time.
Real life awaits and she is a demanding mistress.
Prolly nobody believes me but my first words were "light on" and "light off" lol. I said that of course in german and I spoke very unclearly until the beginning of age 3. I was standing in the living room and switched the main light on and off saying, lights on and lights off rofl. Must have been the demon child
I 've been as a child constantly been fascinated by lights of all sorts. Until today I like nice ambient lightining and nearly all of my electroniic and mechanical projects have some sort of background lightning or signal lightning which is actually not needed by the devices main function. Well... guess its too late to ponder if I could be crazy
"How dreadful!" cried Lord Henry. "I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect." ~ Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray