Saw the original
Star Wars (
later called
A New Hope) in the theater at age 5 with my mom (a huge sci-fi/fantasy lover who also turned me on to
Star Trek in reruns/syndication. RIP

) Mind. Blown.

And the sequels, of course.
Raiding my (first) stepdad's stash of porn magazines. And getting caught because the paranoid fucker booby-trapped it with carefully placed hairs and shit.
Never got online until college (which was around the dawn of the intemet) so kids trading snipped pictures from porn magazines and even underwear catalogs was a thing.
Getting my mom to buy cinnamon oil so I could soak toothpicks in it and sell them to other kids to chew on. Believe it or not, this was a big thing for a year or so in junior high (aka middle school).
Getting bullied and ostracized to the point that it scarred me for life and made me barely functional as an adult, so I play porn games and jack off instead of having sex and relationships with actual women.
Roaming around in the "woods" (more like arid scrublands) near my house.
Setting off fireworks with the family in front of the house on various holidays (not just the 4th of July).
Small-scale animal husbandry. Chickens, pigs, cows. Feeding, cleaning shit, butchering. Never mastered milking cows though. Not to mention it was a god-awful early chore.
Hadn't quite accumulated enough sense to reject religion and become an atheist yet, so wasted a lot of time worrying about burning in hell because I was attracted to lolis (not that I ever acted on it or ever would outside of games).
Related to the above lack of sense, identified as a future Republican until high school. Grew out of that, thank dog!
