Yes!
My head is over two feet wide and my feet look like dinner rolls with laces.
Scary, isn’t it?
Sorry 'bout the IQ thingy, Aes. I’ll speak slower.
Actually, I was very modest as a kid. No choice really, since I had no friends to brag to 
In real life, I still am pretty modest.
Much like I am today: a nervous, guilty worrywart. I was always tall for my age. This was “cool” until we hit middle school and the boys developed Napoleon complexes about it and I was teased mercilessley.
I was “one of the smart kids”, in the gifted programs, and got teased for that too, but I knew better than to care, since it was usually the dumb kids that made fun of me.
I had good friends, a good family. I lost my 2 closest family members (my granfather and the aunt that babysat me from birth till age 5) by the time I was 7 so, I was somewhat melodramatic and depressed as a child. But I did normal kid things, was bossy, played fantastically imaginitive games and did well in school.
I was pretty quiet as a child. My brother came along when I was almost 5, so the majority of my childhood was spent trying to get my parents attention. I did that mainly through not doing homework and screwing off in class. My 4th grade year was terrible for just that reason.
I was a pretty smart kid though. I read a lot. Anything I could get my hands on really. My grandmother instilled a great sense of reading into me. She ordered me both of the Houston newspapers, just so I could read them both. My dad read a lot of sci-fi, so I would read his books as well.
During that time I was also molested by an older cousin. Between that and my parents becoming divorced, I grew up quickly. By my 13th birthday I was pretty much “grown up”. I spent most of my teenage years doing the whole “hippie rebel” thing, and getting into trouble. I did drugs (never anything to crazy, weed, LSD, etc.) had gasp sex, and pretty much ruled my own little world.
By my 18th birthday I had quit school, started college, moved in with a woman who was 27 years my senior, and became “Cool”.
So that pretty much sums it up.
I was quiet, shy, a loner. I had one (1) friend in highschool. I was short, had thick coke bottle glasses, terrible acne, short ugly hair. I was not confident in any way.
And now I wear nicer glasses, I’m curvy, the acne has cleared up, and I’ve grown out my blonde hair to my mid-back.
I’m a lot more confident now that I ever was as a child.
Hey Brainfizz, if you are still reading this thread, did you develop either of the classic types of aphasia (Broca’s or Wernicke’s)? Or did you develop a type all your own?
(my apologies to everyone, Brainfizz’s email function is turned off)
I was very bright and learned to read before I was three. I had always been a good, healthy little girl, and after dealing with my brother, a perenially sick and whiny child, my parents thought I was God’s gift to the world - my being smart just proved it.
So I got a terrific ego which was cemented by the praise I got at school and home. I was well-behaved and polite around adults, but with kids my age I was bossy and looked down my nose at them. I had a few friends and I stuck to them and was very helpful to them, however.
I was always very independent and could spend hours by myself reading a good book or hunting for bugs. I could play with other kids after school but only to a point - I always needed a certain amount of “alone time” to daydream and think by myself. I loved animals and was always rescuing baby birds and catching turtles and such.
When I was eight my brother got sick with colon troubles which kept him in and out of the hospital for the next few years, and I was skipped ahead a grade at school. For the first time I couldn’t concentrate in class and had trouble with the material, and was still very immature by fourth-grade standards (all the girls were “dating” the boys in our class) and was universally reviled by all but a few boys who I shared a wicked sense of humor with.
… fast forward to now, where I still need “alone time”, get along better with men than with women, and still have a wicked sense of humor. 
I was a fairly quiet kid. Kinda tall and skinny, with an almost permanent smile. Learned to read at 2, and wouldn’t stop for anything. I also loved game shows, especially Press Your Luck and Wheel of Fortune. In fact, I credit Wheel of Fortune with helping me develop my reading skills, as well as making me a kickass crossword puzzle worker.
Cartoon-wise, I watched The Real Ghostbusters and Looney Toons, and occasionally threw in some Disney Channel stuff (back in the days when all you needed was a satellite dish to get everything!) I also thought the Smurfs were really cool.
Growing up the son of a kindergarten teacher will make your early childhood interesting. I could do addition, subtraction and basic multiplication before I was in school, and I probably could have skipped a grade.
I’m glad I’m not a kid today. We had the cool cartoons and toys back in the late 80’s.