I do it too, and my father did it before me.
I also tend to rock back and forth (or maybe dry hump ? It’s more in the back than the shoulders), like a horizontal autistic. Used to drive my GF insane.
Do you mean you just have pillows? Or that you use your stuffed animals as pillows? Because my teddy bear does not sleep in my arms - but squashed under my head so his nose is beside my cheek. He has the flattest. tummy. ever. Take that, abs of steal!
I just checked for ducks.
When I got my first apartment after ending my marriage, I had a rubber ducky shower curtain. Just because it made me smile every morning.
Yes! I love eating trees! But not the asparagus kind!! (although I like them now that I know the method is not to boil them to death.)
We should have a curb gymnastics meet!!
I also have a rich and very active fantasy life. My favorite place to let my imagination run wild is buried in my bed, completely coved in blankets and pillows.
I still sleep with said pillows over my head too. When I first moved in my my SO and his kids, they had no idea of my sleeping habit. They would walk in the bedroom and look around, wondering where I was and… BOO!
I still eat my cheeseburgers with ketchup only. I hate lettuce, tomatoes, pickles …etc. I won’t eat a salad either.
I still throw the occasional temper tantrum. Not often though.
I also eat cereal on a daily basis, I just finished a bowl of Honeycombs actually. They don’t seem to taste the way that they used to .
Sometimes when I get in the elevator alone and I’ve already pushed the floor button, I’ll also say “Bridge” or “Sickbay” like I’m on the Enterprise.
My boys love it when I put grapes in my nostrils… and then eat them.
I grew up in abject poverty and we walked everywhere or took the bus. I loved walking, and I still walk everywhere I can. All my siblings drive.
And I love snow walking. It snows, I’m out there. Yesterday morning I walked two and half miles in the snow.
You? You are too cool. I’ve always envied people who have the balance to pull this sort-of stuff off.
I sing kids songs to myself (most recently ‘On Top of Spaghetti’ and ‘Polly Wolly Doodle’) in a kid-like voice.
Still eat sugary cereals – my bowl had Apple Jacks in it this morning. (I know. It doesn’t taste like apples.)
Still avoid stepping on cracks in the sidewalk.
Still get a charge out of hiding somewhere and jumping out to say “Boo!” at my teenagers. They scream bloody murder and I cackle evilly.
Still play with water. If we’re hiking and there’s a stream, I’m in it. Aggravates the snot out of my husband. He’s so adult.
I still pop every piece of bubble plastic that I can get my hands on and I still stick maple polly noses on my nose.
Me too, which usually gets a :rolleyes: from my 63-year-old wife.
I’ll still take a handful of Cheerios and lick and stick them together until I have a long Cheerios tube an inch to an inch-and-a-half long. Then I toss the tube high in the air and catch it in my mouth. I have passed this along to the grandkidlets.
I second the bubble wrapping popping
I heartily agree with using the Force whenever possible.
A new one to add…I name everything. My futon that I got my freshman year of college I decided to name Charlie. So whenever anyone talks about my futon (me, my roommate, friends, parents) we always call the futon “Charlie”, “he”, “him” the whole nine yards. It is really amusing to me to watch this because it is so common just to reference the futon as "Charlie. I don’t just call him Charlie either. I expound on that and say things like Charles, Chuck, Sir Charles Futon. Other things I have named are a rubber duck I have (Her name is Tina. She’s a girl because you can see big eyelashes on the duck). I have an elephant toothbrush holder named Ernie. And like all good car owners my cars’s name is Cady. Her name is Cady (pronounced like Katie) because shes a Cadillac.
Fight.
Sometimes when I’m in my bathroom, before I turn on the light, I stick my face really close to the mirror and make this ugly scary face, and then I turn on the light and see if I can scare myself. It usually works.
Popping bubble wrap is childish? Gee, I missed that memo.
I sometimes eat dessert before, or instead of, dinner.
Drink chocolate milk.
There was a bit on “Friends” once where Chandler is excited about his chocolate milk, and offers some to Ross, who replies, “No thanks, I’m 29.” Big laffs. I never got it. Chocolate milk is something you’re supposed to grow out of? How can you stop drinking chocolate milk, when it is so, so delicious? Why would you?
I got in the habit as a child of taking one bite of a burger, then eating all my fries, then finishing the burger. Donno why. But I still do it.
I still like cartoons in theory, but I don’t think anything the networks show on Saturday mornings is really up my alley these days. The last Saturday morning cartoon I remember even occasionally going out of my way to watch was “Teen Titans” a few years back.
I like Batman the Animated Series, Spongebob, and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. And The Simpsons, although that’s not strictly a kid’s show.
I forgot one thing. I still like to jump off of stuff. I don’t jump off roofs any more though. 
Same here. My girlfriend found out that I bought chocolate milk at Target one day and she said it was “so cute!” and I had no idea what she was talking about. What’s strange about liking chocolate milk as an adult?