Twitter user @KEBrightbill asked people to share their most on-brand childhood stories and the responses were a wild ride.

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Mine is probably learning how to sign my name when I was four so I could get my own library card instead of having to rely on what my parents checked out for me.
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Apparently I didn’t take my first steps in front of any adults. I crawled to another room, practiced until I got the hang of it, and THEN walked out.
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The most notorious childhood story about me was when I was four and didn’t know how to talk yet so when mom asked me how I got that burn on the palm of my hand, I stuck the bobby pin into the socket AGAIN to show her.
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My dad tells me that it took an hour to walk to preschool because I would spend a few minutes crouching down and looking at flowers and rocks and other interesting things on the road.
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10yrs old, parents got firm about lights-out so i would stop reading & sleep but instead of sleeping or even doing anything else i used one of the electric heating pads & kept a book in my pillowcase just so i could read at night, by the tiny orange light of the temp indicator.
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I wrote an expose for my HS newspaper re: janitors repeatedly emptying recycling bins into the trash dumpster. Principal refused to allow it to be printed. So I sent the article to the city paper instead. Editor told HS principal: if you won’t publish, I will. Principal caved.
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I was 5 and just out of kindergarten when my neighbor took me & her kids to the Rexall for lunch. Waitress brought menus for all but me. (I prob looked 3) I said, “We can ALL read at this table.” Publishing, 38 yrs.
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In first grade, a teacher ripped up my drawing of a Christmas tree because apparently it wasn’t good enough. About 10 years later, this same teacher invited me to show my paintings to her adult art group!
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I stole several bulbs off the Christmas tree, took them down to the basement and broke them on the floor to see what they were made of. Then I promptly forgot I had done any of that and later walked over them in bare feet.
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I taught myself HTML so I could build a Backstreet Boys website.
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I received my first “love letter” in second grade. I corrected the spelling and grammar in red ink and returned to sender.
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Mom: I picked you up from preschool once and you were in trouble for hitting another kid. Do you remember that?
Me: No?
Mom: I asked what happened and your teacher was like “Jordan took Em’s Barbies and she slapped him, and he yelled ‘HER HIT ME!’”
Me: And then what?
Mom: Apparently you slapped him again while enunciating “SHE HIT ME.”
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According to my Dad, I once calmly told a daycare teacher who complained to him that I didn’t respect her that she “hadn’t done anything to earn my respect.” I was an a*shole child.
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My first grade teacher moved my desk away from everyone else’s because she said I was a “social butterfly”
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I shouted “A*S” during an assembly in 4th grade and then looked at another kid in shock and everybody looked at him and he got in trouble
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My parents hired a clown for my 4th birthday party and I cried through the whole show, not because I was scared, but because I was TOO HAPPY.
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When I found out Santa wasn’t real i screamed at my parents, “You made a fool out of me!”
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I was 5. Asked my mom if I could play the arcade machine at the grocery store. Woman in line behind us told me I didn’t need to play it. I turned and said, “You’re not part of this discussion, shut up.”
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