I liked being an only child so much that when I was little, I had a plan to run away if my parents had any other kids.
But I also really wanted to be an identical twin.
I am an onion-phobe. I hate onions in just about every state, in just about every food. I can sometimes tolerate them in sauce or salsa, but only if they are pretty small and it doesn’t taste “oniony”
I had a pet rock/mouse when I was little. It was a very good pet.
I was always a color inside the lines girl. I used to think it was illegal to color outside of the lines.
I was terrified of fire when I was little. I used to have to sleep with my bedroom door open enough that I could see the smoke detector in the hallway outside my room, and I had to wake up periodically and make sure the green light was still on.
My first real pet (the rock didn’t really count) was a goldfish named Tessy. My first furry pet was my rabbit Fluffy.
At one point, I was the fastest sprinter in my elementary school, and used to be really fast on the hurdles, but then something switched and I became afraid of the hurdles and couldn’t jump over them anymore.
In high school, I once left my car running with the windows down during an entire drama rehearsal.
I once walked into a news studio. I mean, I literally walked into the glass wall of the building. While they were filming. I saw the anchors try not to laugh, because they were on the air.
I also managed to fall out of a shower stall in college. I was shaving, had on flip flops, and lost my balance and went out of the shower and skidding onto the main floor. I used to have so many bruises on myself that a nurse at my college asked if I was in an abusive relationship. But no, I really am just that clumsy.
I used to think odd numbers wanted to be even numbers, that odd numbers felt left out because they couldn’t be nicely divided.
I have biked a century (100 miles in one day), to raise money for local police. It was one of the hardest physical things I have ever done.