-starting senior kindergarden and some hazy ones of my mom teaching me how to read a little bit before that.
-being absolutely terrified
by the movie fern gully, probably around kindergarden age
-playing video games on a really old apple computer (green characters on black) in kindergarden
-wading with my sister through stinging nettles into the neighbour' s fields where he kept a donkey. Trying to ride the donkey and failing miserably to even get on (my sister got a nice bite on the thigh for her trouble)
-swinging from a rope in a barn so rickety that it seemed to shake when we swung from the rope (may have been childhood imagination, though).
-gardening and entering the competitions at school for it, and winning some token prizes in my age categories (2nd out of 5 entries! 3 out of 4 entries!). I remember going to some award ceremony for that (I think I won best or second best overall garden one year for my age group and I had to go up and get a photo taken). I vividly remember there was a lady with deformed arms (her hands were stuck directly to her shoulders) and I was utterly fascinated and probably staring rudely as she was making hand gestures. In retrospect, I'm impressed that she could garden!
-the first time I intentionally lied. No idea how old I was, but I was forced to stay outside for a long time and I wanted to come in so I lied and said I had to use the washroom. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't a very useful lie. I think I remember hazy suggestions of sister(s) so I probably wasn't uber young.
-picking raspberries endlessly (they grew wild around my house), and feeding my 3rd-born sister the berries that looked gross. She was 1-2 so I would have been 5-6ish.
-teaching myself how to ride a bike in perhaps a different way than normal - sitting on the seat and using legs to "run" on the ground until I picked up speed, and then trying to balance long enough to pedal. I had an ancient red bike that was very low to the ground with a banana seat. no idea how old i was, pretty young.
-my dad bringing home my first "real" bike. It was brand new which was an incredibly rare event, especially for something that expensive. It was pink and had ribbons on it. I didn't fall when I rode it for the first time but it was terrifyingly high up.
-picking wild blueberries on province-owned land nearby.
-building forts out of moss and sticks, endlessly. I was never able to achieve adequate shelter from the rain, though. probably due to materials, lol.
-biking up and down the long windy gravel/dirt road endlessly. this was when I got my second bike, the green one (from the dump) so I would have been probably 7-10ish? The road was more of a trail in the middle since it was so bad that very very very few cars ever tried to go through - I was in a car driving through at least once though, and there were some moments where we weren't sure we could make it out.
-falling badly going down a rocky hill and scraping a nice patch out of my arm (still have a faint scar) and other places.
-biking in to town (3 miles) and back for penny candy runs using coins I found in a jar in the shed.
-being with the neighbour's dog in her dog house while her (accidental) puppies were born. It was night though and I couldn't see anything. I was dying to keep a puppy but wasn't allowed by parents.
-I remember always having 2 cats, although only 1 was actually around my whole life. I remember the third one dropping by and we kept him (in the sense of feeding and petting him, I guess....always outdoor cats). I remember when he got porcupine quills in his face and the vet was impressed because "usually cats are smarter than that".
. I remember finding one of the older cats one morning with his arm stuck way above his head, next to the car. Apparently he'd been walking on the car roof, slipped somehow, and somehow got his claw caught in the crack. Poor guy. He was ok though.