Did you relate to other children as a child?

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No.

I always thought children were easier to befriend. They're always active. They like to DO things, play games, run around, etc. If you do things with them they tend to like you. You don't have to stand around and make small-talk with little kids. They're more straightforward and honest as well. They don't have so many boring social rituals like adults do. I had my aspie issues that caused conflict, had to put up with occasional teasing / bullying, but I was never totally isolated.

It wasn't until I got older, around 12-13ish that I started to have problems relating. That's the age when kids stop doing things and start merely "hanging out". That's also when they start forming cliques and begin acting like annoying sheep. The social rituals and pecking orders also increase while genuine energy and excitement decreases. A lot of them began to act like jackasses as well.

I guess I related best in the pre-teen years. I related the least in high school and then adulthood.

That was like me too. I would manage to make one or two friends, and then bring them home, and my mom would like them so much and say things like "Why can't you be more like _______" or would try to control my interactions with them, like "Spare a thought for _________" because I was always being accused of being selfish and arrogant. It made me feel like s&%* because I didn't feel selfish and arrogant, but being compared to other kids made me feel that way, so the whole thing was a vicious cycle/self-fufilling propecy.

My mom said that when I was a kid I acted like the other kids weren't even there. Apparently kids wanted to connect and play with me but I ignored them. My mom's best friend had a daughter my age and even when they came over I sat in the other room and read a book.

Come to think of it, I got "Why aren't you more like _____?" (my mom's best friend's daughter) a lot while I was growing up.

I dropped stones down storm drains and reinacted episodes of National Geographic eisodes by pretending to eat grass.

No, I didn't blend in with anyone as a child.

Wonder why...

Nope, not even a little bit. I even have a vivid memory of actually thinking to myself "how do they know what to say to each other?" (I was about 8 or 9 at the time).

Nope. I had a few friends, but saw them separately, and have never done the group thing. I always found that when kids were in a group, I was the one that they turned against; get them on their own and they could be fine with me but in a group I had no friends.

Besides, I always preferred talking to adults, and never did fit in with the other kids.

Not at all. I liked adults better as a child.

Now that I'm older, I like kids fine, but I only like older kids. Anyone under the age of 7 is too much of a baby for me. I can't connect with them because they think too differently. I'm good with older kids because I understand how they think, and also because I treat them like people so they like me.
I always hated adults babying me as a child, because I felt mature on the inside, so when I interact with children, I never use a baby voice, I just talk to them like I would anyone else (minus the swearing of course).
For example, if a child I know shows me a drawing they did, I don't offer a fake smile and nothing more than, "oh, that's nice!" I say something like, "Oh, cool. I love the blue hair, and I really like the pose. You're great at action poses. When I was a kid I just drew people standing, doing nothing. You're really advanced for your age." and then offer advice for improving, like "I do think you're rushing a little. Go slower, and then you won't mess up as often and drawing lines will be easier. It's annoying at first, but after a while you start to like it, and it really does help a lot."
I think teaching summer art classes would be fun. If only someone would hire me

by and large it depended. I didn't get on with most kids, though there were exceptions.

Funny part is, I get on better with kids now that I'm old, than I ever did as a child.

I didn't really relate much with other kids growing up. I was the weird kid who played with pencils and watched more nature documentaries than cartoons (Though I did watch them.). I also wasn't really good at making friends, and I was quite lonely. It wasn't until 6th grade that I had a stable group of friends, as everyone else either left or kept me around simply for laughs. I even remember wanting to kill myself, but a friend convinced me otherwise.

No. I didn't like being one either.

Nope, I had no clue how to relate to other kids. I still don't relate well to my peers. I guess some are better able to grow out of that kind of awkwardness than others. I do relate just fine to those who are older than me. Kids I still have some trouble with.

Neutrality here.
Most everyone was at the periphery of my attention , except for a few. It was as if they were background noise ,incapable of arousing my interest.
I can remember talking to someone for the first time in the second grade . She was seated next to me, and it was circumstantial.

I did developed a friendship with someone who was a peer and an intellectual when I was ten.
We played with dinosaurs and plastic army men ,, and we knew the historical facts thereof associated with this imaginative play. Other than that I preferred adults.
One of my best companions was an encyclopedia set.

Ive always been out of the loop with the social crowd , and in high school I had an all pervasive notion that I was incapable of dating and found even the idea of the "Prom" about as scintillating as background noise. At Pep rally events I would ditch these to avoid the social pressure of rooting for the "the team".

At the present , I like the inquisitive minds of the younger folk . Adults generally are content with topics of 'people' ; who is doing what.
I onetime thought depression was the reason I was always" 3 drinks behind" that kept me from joining this 'emotional bonding bandwagon.
But my neurological bias 'to not to' has been there from the beginning.

I had no interest in attending my high school prom. The group I hung on the fringes of decided to get me a ticket to prom for my birthday, so I was obliged to attend. My dress was itchy and horrible and I had a minor meltdown. This resulted in said people being angry at me for days afterward. I never wanted to go to the prom in the first place!

I screamed a lot and the kids learned the triggers of my screaming meltdowns and would set them off on purpose, so no, I did not get along with them, I would roam the schoolyard trying to get away from them looking for pretty rocks.

My rewarded efforts for 'the group thingies things' are like quick sand , the more "you" try the quicker you sink.