Being an only child

Only children are weird. There is no getting around that. When I was a kid, I would talk to myself all the time. Even when my friends would come over, I would still kind of mumble and joke to myself.

The weirdest thing I ever did was read books in different accents and record them on my Lil' tape recorder. My favorites were the Peter Cottontail stories. I wish I could find those tapes. I bet they'd be a good laugh, and maybe a little sad. I also would line up my 45 stuffed animals and have conversations with them...I would do all the talking, though.

I still talk to myself, especially in my sleep. A lot of the time it seems like thought bubbles that float to the surface of my mind and just pop out of my mouth. Still an only child and still a weirdo.