tell me your original experiences!

i'll start. mine would probably be being on stan twitter at like 11-12 (DONT JUDGE PLS). it wasn't that bad, i think i started developing being more woke and open-minded at that time, so i was accepting for my age. but i also started using stan twitter quotes/terms which NONE of my irl friends could understand, so that must've been weird. also i think i kinda got part of my humor from being on there lmao.

What do you mean by the question Im dumb😭 do you mean social media? 

Uh one time in 4th grade I had a dream of almost falling off a waterfall and up until 6th grade I was convinced it was true. It wasn't

I had broken a bone in my foot (complete break, severed into 2 different parts) and I couldn't walk for 2 months and this happened because i..... fell over nothing, like i was just walking in my living room, I fall over... and I broke my foot😓 every Healthcare worker I had to see during that time said I had the "dumbest reason for breaking a bone ever" and they all found it super funny😭 even if I had to use crutches and I could barely do anything, I still look back on it positively because I had so many funny conversations about it 😭 

When I was 6 my dad fed a frog pop rocks and it exploded

When I was 8, I used to have pet budgies. I had a blue one and a green one. The blue one once sang the tune to "He's a Pirate" from Pirates of the Caribbean.

None of the birds ever tried to mimic human speech but one time the green one just randomly screamed "FUCK!" and then never spoke again. 

Well, when I was 14 a man broke into my house. Thankfully he only made it all the way through the garden and not in the actual house before I managed to scare him off. Turns out he had killed and raped a young pageant contestant who lived a few blocks away and was trying to hide from the cops. 

as a child I was very lonely and had only one "friend" (HEAVY QUOTATIONS).  One day we're drawing with chalk on the wall and this girl gives me a pink chalk and tells me something along the lines of : "trace a line on that wall with it's lenght representaing the amplitude of how much you love me". 

Mind you I was like 6.

So I start tracing and essentially enter into a mini spiral. If the line is too short, she'll be sad and things'll turn ugly. On the other hand, if i traced it too long then she'd get weirded out. I had to find the balance between the two all while seeming relaxed.

My line is finshed, I look back at her with a knot in my stomach. She takes a cyan blue chalk and traces her own line, one the same lenght as mine.

"We're the same amount!!"

so yeah... really cool #traumatized #NEVERagain

when i was 7 i was at a friends house and she showed me a pond and said it was cursed and i was like “i don’t believe in curses >:D” and put 1 foot in the pond. i then fell in headfirst (-_-lll)

One night recently (like past 2-3 months) I had a pack of baby wipes and was like "HI-YAH!" And karate chopped it open and I was like "shiiiii alr ig i can do that" so i go to do it again and i'm like "HI-YAH!"

And I miss.

by like 0.25 of an inch.

And I slice my thumb open on the lid on impact 😭 i never did it again.