When I was really young, maybe 5-6, I would fill the holes our dog dug in the back yard with hose water and sprinkle bark over them. My younger brother would always follow me and (I feel really guilty about this now) it annoyed the hell out of me, so I'd put pieces of candy just beyond the holes. I know, I've secured a spot in hell.
My father always used to pose moral dilemmas and we'd exchange solutions. Once I had a feel for his principles I would police him tirelessly (this was usually my childhood approach to pressure--beat them at their own game). Funny in retrospect, but it was really my only defense from impossible expectations.
In elementary school I was the kid who would circle "or" when girls would slip me "yes or no" notes.
I used to play with my food in interesting ways. I would flatten out and shape mashed potatoes into a large square and then divide that into smaller squares and put pieces of whatever meat we were eating on top of those potato squares. Or I would make the potatoes into a shape and then keep paring away at it, making it smaller and smaller as I ate the potatoes. Lots of geometry and trying to find novel ways to eat my food.
“That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin.” ― Gene Wolfe
reminder to self: "That YOU that you are so proud of is a story woven together by your interpreter module to account for as much of your behavior as it can incorporate, and it denies or rationalizes the rest." "Who's in Charge? Free Will and the Science of the Brain" by Michael S. Gazzaniga
My parents got freaked out one day because they couldn't find their 2 yo... turns out I had climbed up to the top of the pine trees between my house and the next door neighbors' house. I kid you not... I was a freakish baby...
Also, sucking on a butterscotch candy while going pee in the basement bathroom, the candy fell out of my mouth into the toilet... faced with a dilemma, I decided to fish it out, washed it off in the sink with soap and water and ate it. This was prob age 7 or so... because I have a pretty clear memory.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.