All throughout my childhood, I would tell people that I got the scar on my thumb by falling into a piranha tank.
Every time I visited my grandparents house as a child, I would sneak around and feed the family dog some of my breakfast yoghurt ( don't worry I checked and this wasn't harmful :) )
In a brief moment of rebellion, around the age of 5, I took a Chapstick and drew all over the wall, leaving a slimy trail.
I borrowed a copy of 'Oliver' from somebody and then forgot to return it. Even though years had passed, I still hid it whenever anyone came over, just in case it was theirs and they got angry.
There was a point in my life where my forehead was directly in line with the height of car mirrors. However, the mirrors would be just out of my view. This led to many headaches and lots of knee scratches.
Every Christmas, my mom puts mini Lego sets inside the Christmas crackers. My nan struggles to understand the instructions so I help her put hers together. It's now a tradition.
When I was around 7, I visited my family abroad. On the last day, my younger cousin and I had a petty fight about a pony doll. She wasn't aware that it was the day we were leaving and I didn't want to leave it on a bad note so I left my favourite pony with her.
As a junior school project, we made little bug hotels/houses. I made a cardboard palace for a family of pill-bugs I had found on the window of the classroom.
