My childish habits.

Ok, so I was reading through Furree's blog, as per usual and  I have been meaning to do this for a while. I must agree with her that some of us go through these weird stages when we are young... Must be a child thing. Yeah my maturity level is still a bit low, but that's because I like to have fun!

Ok, so here is some proof that my childhood weirdness has still stuck with me! Please excuse the eyes. I had no make up on and I had hayfever.

My weird activities include:
Destroying dolls
Yes. I used to sit and destroy my dolls. I had a mass of Barbies where their limbs or heads were pulled off. I used to draw all over them and also cut their hair until they were bald. I don't even know why my mother even bothered getting me Barbies since all I done with them was sit there and destroy them. Oh, I also forgot to mention, I basically tortured them by tying them to a rope or something and chucking them out the window (while holding one side) and claim that they were 'nakey bungee-jumping.'

Talking to myself/teddies/my invisible friend
I still talk to myself. I don't know whether this is a sign of loopyness or not, but it's useful for when no one bothers to listen to you. Also, I used to talk to my favourite teddies and pretend they talked back... One day, when I was around 4, I had a polar bear teddy called 'Growly' and I went in a mood and started crying my eyes out telling my parents that he said he didn't want to be my friend anymore. The invisible friend thing is probably normal for kiddies, but my invisible friend was a young ghost girl named Katie. To be honest, I still have dreams of her sitting in my bedroom and crying. Also when I have these dreams, my parents always say they can hear footsteps coming upstairs and walking into my bedroom. Freaky... In the picture, that's my ghost friend and how I remember her from my childhood and how I see her in my dreams... Faceless, grey and brown hair.

Putting things in my bellybutton

I don't know why, but I always had a random urge to put objects into my bellybutton, e.g. fingers and money. This habit stopped when my parents told me; "If you keep fiddling on with your bellybutton your bum will fall off!" Me being very confused asked how and so they told me that my belly button was a screw that helped keep my butt intact.






I also had a very bad fear of the toilet for some reason. I don't even know why! I guess it was when it flushed and made that horrible noise... Or probably the fact that my brother was a bully and picked my up by my ankles and threatened to flush me down the toilet... I think it was that...

Oh, I do hope that Furree doesn't mind the fact I kind of copied off her with the pain drawings...They are just so cute and a good way to illustrate... So, also a big thanks to her for inspiring me and giving me ideas about a blog post and the little paint drawings!

Toodle pip.