I was such a feral child. Childhood memories include:
Eating clover from the front yard because it had this nice sour taste to it.
Mixing mud, birdseed, berries, pods off trees, flow petals, leaves, and other stuff then leaving it as an offering, to what? I don’t know.
Me and some neighbor kids cleared some space out in the middle of a huge bush and made a “house” out of it. We found like things left out on the curb and dragged them in there to make a furnished hideout for us.
Bringing flowers, sticks, rocks, and stuff I’ve found laying around home.
Hiding in the bushes with toys and pretending to be like a fairy selling her goods.
Playing in a giant field for hours pretending it was everything from the sea to a mountain.
Trying to hang from trees like a sloth or bat.
Walking through the forest and swamp lands for hours at a time.
Rolling down hills despite every time I did I got a rash.
There was a part of our parking lot that used to flood (before they “fixed” it) every time it rained. There was a tree there too so leafs would be all in the puddle too. I would take off my shoes and drag my feet though the water and push them into a corner and make them into a nest like thing and then I would pretend to be a pre historic dino bird.
I spent hours outside walking, riding bike, star watching, and fishing (i wasn’t any good at that) mostly by my self.
Every time I played with other kids I wanted to be an animal or mythical beast. My go to was birds, horses, shapeshifters, and fairies.
I ate tones of plants (i knew where safe) on my trips. The one park saw I found a wild raspberry bush and I was eating off of it when I came back they had killed it. I was pissed.
Being out past midnight was my favorite. (also taught me how to doge cops)
Boy did I eat a lot of snow.
Hills of snow and where my kingdom and I ruled them.
I would go outside in like any weather if my mother let me.
I ate grass, I ate dirt, I ate a bee. (Pre dead)
I terrorized fireflies I caught them ALL THE TIME
I’d dig for toads and worms all the time. I knew where they hide.
Running around the side of the river picking up frogs. I caught the same bull frog twice I knew it was him because he only had one eye.
I learned to screech like a raptor and howl like a wolf.
I knew most of the bug and animal sounds around.
You better believe I poked at dead things.
If I could pick it up, I did.
If I couldn’t be outside, I watched/listened/read anything about nature, cryptids, or paranormal.
I also used to eat dog treats. They smelled good.
