I have mentioned before how I used to run around on all fours, barking like a dog when I was little. The story was that my sister wanted a dog so badly (but wasn't allowed to get one), that she trained me (her much younger and stupider brother) to act like one.
What I just remembered is that (like everything else) I took it way too far. I don't really do anything half-assed. When I decide to do something, I do it completely whole-assed. When I got into having fishtanks, I didn't just put together a small aquarium -- I had to set up one of those really big ones. When I got into autocross, I didn't just race the car I had -- I went out and bought a car specifically to be raced.
And when my sister trained me to act like a dog... I didn't just bark like a dog. I went so far as to dig out a refrigerator box from who-knows-where and make myself a doghouse in the living room. It's just too bad that we don't have any pictures from those days, because they would probably be worth a fortune in embarrassment right now.
I feel really badly for my parents, who had to put up with a terminally psychotic dog-child, barking incessantly around the house. And on top of that, they had to put up with a ridiculous refrigerator box/doghouse in their living room that I was constantly running in and out of. I'm not a parent (thank goodness), but I would imagine that this would be enough to drive anyone to commit homicide.
The worst part is that I can't even remember exactly what age I was when all of this was happening. I want to say that I was about 5 or 6, but I am praying that pictures aren't going to surface that show I was actually like 14.
Picture of dog in costume via matthamm's Flickr photostream [flickr.com].
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