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One of the things I did with when I was younger is I would go to the park with my best pal. We played an adventure game where we explore different planets and dimensions with our "spaceship". Our spaceship was a merry-go-round at the park and to travel, we would spin the merry-go-round as fast as we could and jump on. Once we reached a planet, we would climb up on the playground equipment or walk around and describe how the planet look like.
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Another thing I loved when I was younger was making chairs out of the snow. Snow was a bit rate in my town so when it snowed, I wad filled with elation. I would make the chair shape by stacking buckets of snow then I would smoothen the snow out with my hands.
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Wow, that's such an awesome idea. It's just amazing how that stuff forms in the brains of kids. It's a real shame that it's pressed out of so many of us.
Snow is also really cool, I live in a place that doesn't get any, but we can drive to go see it. It's really incredible stuff.
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A lot of my late childhood was spent avoiding my emotionally abusive dad. But in my slightly earlier childhood (5th-6th), I remember running around with my brother pretending we were the D&D characters we played back at the time. I remember I had a big robe and a "spellbook" where I wrote down spell descriptions in a script I found in a book and memorized. He had a little knife and we'd pretend to go kill orcs and goblins and shit.
I did a lot of things like the "spellbook". I would write stuff in made up scripts and make up little languages and words. Probably foreshadowed stuff. I now do AI experiments and know 3 languages competently.
In sophomore year of high school (so not really "childhood" but still "younger") I would listen to this one band at like midnight in the cool summer nights. I mean I still do that, same geeky-ass band. I love summer nights here. The coolness, the sounds, the smells. Everything about it. The days suck, they're super depressing to me, the heat and the sunniness gets me down for some reason. Always has, since I was a really little kid.
I remember making bows out of bamboo and trying to hit targets I'd set up with them. Reading statistics out of books and committing what I could to memory (I was probably fucking autistic or something. I don't know. But it made 8 year old aviation obsessed me happy). Calvin and Hobbes and The Far Side collections at night. An ongoing story I'd tell my little brother every night before bed, as a kind of interactive thing we'd do. He played a thief in a world with a bunch of other characters, with their hometown being an anonymous town with a strip club as its only real feature. Rereading the Universe in a Nutshell and fantasizing about inventions I'd "make when I grow up". Going to my Grandma's house a state away. Writing torque code on forums for game mods. Cheap food. Taekwondo.