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.