I jump up and down when I’m really excited. Like when I saw the shuttle following the space station across the sky one evening. I was so thrilled i jumped and squealed “That’s human beings up there! That’s US!”
When I go to the beach, I HAVE to take my shoes off and walk in the water, no matter where we are.
I touch stuff, in spite of having been told “look, but don’t touch”. I wanna find out what happens when I poke it, whatever it is. This has not always worked out well for me but as a child, I am impulse-driven.
When I’m in a hurry, I run. I dress up my dogs. I dress myself up (Halloween, Mardi Gras, Carnival, St Patrick’s day . . ). I love milk. If I can ride it, I want to (roller coaster, helicopter, large pig . . .).
I like Kool-Aid.
My Lionel Electric Trains are as important to me as anything I can think of.
One of the advantages of living alone is the ability to leave the track all over the
living room for days at a time. It takes me back to my grade school years.
I need one of these. I was looking at one the other day and didn’t buy it. I’m going to go back and get it, I still love to color. And a fresh new box of colored pencils will make me happy.
I watch cartoons and animated movies.
I eat sugar-bomb cereals.
Fart jokes are funny.
Farts are funny.
I can’t sleep on Christmas Eve.
I jump in puddles.
I still have stuffed animals.
I turned 40 last week and I’m still wondering how the hell that happened.
I’m more of a child now then when I was a child, and I am much better at it and more comfortable with it too. Most of what i see is through the eyes of a child and I have been told that I have a heart of a child.
I collect Transformers toys and put them on display for myself. Usually they go up in value too. Like my masterpiece Soundwave is now up towards $300. I just bought the Optimus Prime Playstation…transforms into a Playstation 1 console and controller with memory card.
I have a little gaming area of my bedroom. I decorate it with gaming wallpapers or maps. My wife just rolls her eyes but puts up with it…not like she has a choice anyway lol.
I also, on rare occasion, read children’s short stories…like the old choose your own adventures books and such things. Not sure if it’s nostalgia or lack of attention span for longer stories. Adult themed books just seems boring to me for some reason.
My photo practically comes up on a Google search for “immature”. Let’s see…
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[li]STILL hate green vegetables and probably always will.[/li][li]Casual attitude towards keeping my room clean.[/li][li]Not the best work ethic with regards to household chores.[/li][li]A deep and abiding distrust of authority.[/li][li]A mulish stubbornness about being forced to do anything.[/li][li]A conviction that children are owed a better explanation than “because I said so”.[/li][li]Total sugar addict.[/li][li]Problems with patience and frustration.[/li][li]A tendency to dawdle.[/li][/ul]
