I'd Also Written A Thank-You Letter To Myself From The Zoombinis.

[rionaleonhart]

Things are a bit stressful at the moment (you know the Mitchell and Webb theory that housemates fall into the categories of 'people who are annoying' and 'people who become annoyed'? I am an annoying housemate; the friend with whom I live is an annoyed housemate, and she is at the moment actively annoyed, and when people are annoyed with me I tend to get very upset and run around trying to cook them meals and buy them chocolates (please do not exploit this knowledge for chocolates)), and so, seeking a distraction, I invite you to share extracts from silly things you wrote in your childhood. (EDIT: Silly things you drew are also very welcome!)

For my part: recently, looking through some of the things I drew and wrote when I was a child, I stumbled across the following poem I'd written about my name:

H is for all of the harvest fruit
A for all the apples on the tree
R is for the redcurrants on the bush
R is rabbits for you and me
I for ice cream
E for eaves
T for Tutancarmoon* the egiptians believed

* lol

I clearly sort of gave up halfway through. Eaves, Little Riona? Eaves? Really? You genuinely couldn't think of another word beginning with 'E'? Tutankhamun was really something you associated strongly with yourself?

There's also a card I've written to my dad. It says, 'Dear Daddy. Happy Birthday! I hope you like your Presents. Love From Reepicheep.'

I had completely forgotten that I used to pretend to be Reepicheep when I was younger. I'd walk up and down the house, pretending that I was on the Dawn Treader and had to keep my balance. (He's a swordfighting mouse; who wouldn't want to be him?) The idea of my dad fathering Reepicheep is a tiny bit alarming, frankly.

Also: 'Daddy has his article that he is reading titled "Becketts Bass ruling proves the fallibility of convential wisdom". It does not seem to make sense at all. Why dosen't he just read the Beano?' I concur, younger self; who needs newspapers when you could be reading comics? Honestly. (Ooh, a search turns up the article in question and therefore allows me to date this particular pearl of wisdom! I would have been just about to turn nine. Bit appalled by the fact that I couldn't spell 'doesn't' at that age, although I'll let 'convential' slide.)

And there are the beginnings of a made-up language! To my amusement, 'fic' meant 'shut up' and, although the language had only thirty-four words, one of them meant 'pretend to be a mouse'. I knew where my linguistic priorities lay.

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[yumiboo.livejournal.com]

d'aw, I liked the Reepicheep - that was quite adorable. I used to draw presents and balloons in cards; I even went as far as to try and draw christmas trees in christmas cards as well(heck, I still do this now. Except, I still can't draw christmas trees so I don't do that anymore. I also now draw a little paw print so that I can include my dog in the message which tends to consist of 'Sure my dog is a bit of a shouty bastard, but he likes you really. Deep, deeeeeep fdown inside. I hope.

I don't have anything that I wrote, or drew from back in the days of my youth (Dear Lord, I'm unintentionally making myself sound like such an old person), but I can remember some silly little things that I used to do, or that I have been told that I did by a reliable source mother.

I remember getting a Barbie house when i was younger, and it came with a little playable piano as well (I say 'playable', it made, like 3 notes). Now one night (I'm assuming it was about 9pm-ish cause I was in my jammies), I demanded that my mum cut up pieces of apple and cheese with some crackers and I rushed outside into the backyard with them, and started playing this little piano so that I could get some fairy friends (or, what i thought were fairies - turns out, they were actually stars, but I was focusing so much on them that i thought that they were actually moving). So, after 15 minutes, my mum comes out and asks me what happened to the food and I told her that fairies ate them. With food crumbs all down my jammies. And then, two weeks later, I went and sat in a tree in protest against it being cut down. I sat in the rain for hours (and I mean actual hours) and they were going home and the tree was saved. And then my mum called me in cause she was making Tom and Jerry cupcakes. I couldn't say no to pink icing. When I came back out, the tree was cut down, and I arranged a funeral for the tree with some of my friends.

Also, according to my mother this reliable source of mine, my mother walked in from work to find me hiding in an old white net curtain with the sofas joined together. My mum thought that I was making a fort, so she went to take the net curtain off my head and surprise me by helping me make a better fort when I start screaming and crying 'Stop it, you're spoiling the illusion, you're ruining the game!' and it turns out that I was pretending to be a unicorn. I can also remember kicking some kid's bike because they were picking on my nan, and when he told me I would have to pay for the bike, I said 'With what money? I'm 7'.

... I was honestly a nice kid. Just... better sat alone in trees. Or watching Crystal Maze/Fort Boyard/reading a book.