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i used to love worms!! wonder what Freud would say about that
Another one: i used to pick up every dead mouse that i found, put it in my slipper with a handkerchief for a blanket, and guard it so nobody would "wake her up". OMG i was a disgusting child

One time, my dad caught my little sister and I sticking tennis balls in our panties. I had gender issues and I wanted to be a boy. I still have gender issues.

I went through an animal phase...I mean I understand all kids did it, but there comes a point when you're doing to 5 to about 11. My parents finally had to sit me down and tell me that I wasn't a cat.
I use to sleep with my cat, eat my cats food I actually liked the way cats food tasted, drank from his bowl. Purred. Growled. Hissed. Swat. lol. Anything cat I did it.

Yeah that's totally me too, plastic's a weird thing.

I like to say I am drawn to the elements

I used to imitate emergency vehicle sirens of various types very convincingly right up until my voice cracked. Walking to the school bus, on my bike, wherever I was. I lived in the deep country so the few neighbours all eventually knew what was up when they heard sirens... just me passing by again. When I speak, my voice barely carries to the next chair but the wail of my siren carried quite far.

Not that I had (or have, for that matter) any shortage of quirks...

You and me both. I did that with dead birds.
They'd be lined up side-by-side, each neatly wrapped in tissue paper in their own little shoe-box mortuary.

Freud would have had a field day...

Freud was a voyeur. He couldn't face his own demons so he had to watch other people, inventing bizarre explanations that helped him avoid how much it turned him on.

Some of my other quirks.

I kept lima beans and bandaids under my bed. I just thought that beans were so small and cute and fun to play with. I liked bandaids because they made me feel that I was prepared for an emergency. My sister had a fit when she found them and made me get rid of them. I don't know why she made such a big deal of them. It was odd, but harmless. She should be glad that I didn't keep dead birds or dead rats.

My mom had these little potted herb gardens. They were the sort with pre-planted seeds in a little pot. I thought that they were just so cool in their little plastic containers. I just carried them around with me, while I was lost in my own fantasy world.

Oh absolutely - but I can't help thinking that he would also have had a field day with this statement and with any luck, would have done the decent thing and quietly imploded in a masturbatory excess, consequently saving many people from lots of unnecessary complications.

Dressing up was a big thing for me until I was about 10 years old. I dressed up as all the usual things: Astronaut, Cowboy, Pirate, various Superheros, Satan, you name it, I was it. And I would convince myself I was what I was dressed up as. I had to find out every microscopic detail about everything there was to know about what I was dressed up as over the phase of weeks / months at a time. And one day when I was in town with my mum, dressed as a devil, (me, not my mother), with a perfectly crafted costume, totally absorbed in the role, some guy said how good my costume was and asked my mum if I was going to a fancy dress party, in which she told him that this was just how I dressed every day. My mum has told me said he just said 'ahh' and gave us a funny look and walked away.

I was also being a wolf once and demanded for weeks that all the milk I drank had to be from a bowl, which did sometimes include the cat's bowl....

Another time, when I was in my first year at school, I wouldn't answer my name in the register because I was being Peter Pan and the teacher wasn't calling me Peter.

Basically I was just taking 'Dress-Up' to the extreme.

I used to make up words, and I don't think I even realized it at the time. For example, there were these tiny orange mites that lived around my porch, and I called them squiggens.