cyelle13 asked:
Ooh~ Interesting~! Okay~ Here we go then~
1. When I was three years old, I escaped the house in the middle of the night and travelled all the way to a playground in our development that was across the street and down a very large hill. My parents spent about two hours searching for me that night. The people who lived next to the playground found me on a swing and returned me home. I never attempted a second escape~ ^^
2. When I was four, I jumped off my parents’ bed and I brought a whole 200 pound dresser + a tv down with me. I had a fracture in my ulna that practically severed the bone into two halves. So for a majority of my pre-school year, I couldn’t write (since it’s a faux pas for children learning to write with their left hand for some reason). But, because I was naturally ambidextrous and my mother was worried about my development, I actually learned to write with my left hand at home. So for a few years of my life, my left hand was my dominant writing hand since I was so used to it. Now I can write fluently and cleanly with both hands~
3. I’m a very fast walker. It’s a combination of height and the fact that I like to get places in a timely manner. Well, in kindergarten, the first day of school I was the line leader (remember when we had to walk in lines as kids? Those were the days of agony~ ^^) and I left my class behind because I walked so fast. Literally I was a whole hallway ahead of everyone. (My teacher told me this after I saw her a few years later.) My teacher wouldn’t let me be line leader again until the last day of school, so I was out a good few minutes before anyone else was~ xD
4. I’m allergic to Penicillin and Amoxicillin, and it’s theorized by my doctors the other penicillin based medications also. We found out I was allergic by accident, when I had a bacterial infection and they had me take some at the office. Well, I quickly developed a rash and then I couldn’t breathe because I was having an anaphylactic reaction. Whoops. (I’m obviously okay, but it was pretty bad. Suffice to say, my doctors don’t want to experiment with any of the other types of penicillin.)
Interesting medical fact: Did you know that only roughly 6% of people who are “allergic” to penicillin actually are? Most people develop the rash which a lot of doctors mislabel as allergies when in actuality, it’s just sensitivity. If you develop hives, itchy eyes, swelling of the tongue and face, or in more dangerous cases, an anaphylactic reaction (like myself) however, you are definitely allergic.
5. When I was around nine years old I got my first iPod touch (remember those days? Good times~). I had this persona of a news anchor named Fuchsia Rodstark who would go around the house documenting different interesting occurrences, or would make little skits with my stuffed animals~ I have over 50 different videos of my amazing adventures~ ^^
6. I’ve composed over 150 different songs, but only a roughly two thirds are completed~ I’ve only done less than ten arrangements in comparison with 90% being finished~ ^^ The reason why so many are incomplete is because, when I face a creative block, I simply move on to a different song. As a result, I end up working on four-six songs simultaneously. I finish most of them, but some of them get placed on the back burner for so long, I forget I even wrote them! But that’s actually a good thing in most cases because going in with fresh eyes and ears makes it easier to continue writing~ ^^
7. My hair is so long that I’ve actually sat on it by accident a few times. ^^; There was one time in US History where I came in and sat down on my hair which abruptly yanked my head upwards. My teacher stared at me for a moment and then asked if I just sat on my own hair. I told him yes and lamented that it was the third time that week. We both shared a good laugh and now it’s a bit of an inside joke when we pass to suddenly tilt our heads upward, mimicking the reaction of sitting on my hair. It’s pretty funny. I have a lot of funny hair stories, but despite everything, I still refuse to cut it. (I’ve been traumatized for life about it.)
8. The reason why I don’t want to cut my hair? Well, when I was in fifth grade, for the first day of school, my mother wanted to get my sister and I haircuts. Since it was my sister’s first time, she wanted to stay with her to help her through it (she was really scared, my poor sister). When the woman came to cut my hair, my mother clearly said “to her shoulder blades”. The woman apparently only heard shoulder, and so to both mine and my mother’s devastation, my hair was cut cleanly to my shoulders, practically to my ears actually. I was so mortified that I actually almost missed the first day of school because I hated how I looked. I haven’t cut my hair since. The only people allowed to trim my hair (and I shudder even using the word trim, that’s how bad my fear is), are my mother and my eldest cousin (who is married and has two kids). Outside of that, I haven’t let a pair of scissors come anywhere close near my head. My hair flows just past my butt as a result~
I hope you don’t mind, I kind of turned the facts into short stories~ Thanks for asking~ Lots of Love~ <3
liltwinflow