well i got told that i put my fingers in the plug socket when i was only crawling. all the lights went dim but i wasnt even hurt. it was one of the old plug sockets. i realise how lucky i was

Apparently I was extremely fat as a baby. This is funny for me because now, I am a very very skinny dude. I'm probably like 6'2 and 140 lbs. One day she (my mom) got so worried that she took me into the doctor because I wasn't moving or anything. Apparently she put me on the floor and I just layed on my belly and my arms didn't touch the floor. "Look at him!" she nervously exclaimed, "hes not even moving!" Apparently I started to like wave my arms around and roll around and the doctor started laughin and said "He's fine, look, he's waving his arms!" I was a fat fat baby

Here are your first pair of boots. But I want to tell you that when I was your age I was forced to walk five miles in the snow with no shoes to school.

I guess I used to ask the MOST embarrasing questions....no inhibitions at ALL... To my 13 year old sister going through the uncomfortable stage of acne: "What's that big red thing on your chin?"

Mine is rather macabre and sad, but I was born on the exact same day, at the exact same time, a year to the day that John Lennon was shot and killed. He died December 8th, 1980. I was born December 8th, 1981.

My mother, everytime I visit her she has to tell me how i was premature and so small they had to fly me to the hospital and all that(3-lbs 8-ozs-1981) and of course my sister's birth story. She's an alcoholic so she repeats herself constantly.

Not so much when I was a baby, but when I was little. They would say that I was adopted. My older brother and sister would always tell their friends that I was adopted. I never believed this though because when anyone sees my brother, they will walk up to him and tell him that they know me.

I was very small as a baby and once my mother couldnt find me. My grandfather had fallen asleep with me on his chest and had his hands on top of me.

Well, there was my first step (well, I just ran and never stopped it seemed). Here is the mum approved version she told me: She found me running up and down the landing when I was 9 months old with my dad crying 'look, she can do it, she can run!' Actual version: My mum took me to see my dad in prison. When he tried to hold me I was so frightened that I ran to my mum. I personally prefer the lie. Then there was the time I climbed the curtains The time I covered myself in waterproof nappy rash cream The time I cut my throat open on the bath The time my mum found me hanging in a tree by my hair There is literally thousands of stories in which I was a show off, but constantly made them laugh. I did everything really early (nine months and bloody running?!) Apparently I was a bossy yet articualte child and have always been a lot older in my mind then my body. I looked so sweet yet I was such a demonic child

My Fathers description of me when he returned from the hospital was that "If I put a pipe in her mouth she would look just like Popeye and without it she looks like a a replica of Winston Churchill" ( I do hope he meant whilst he was alive) Ohhhhhhh I musta been a beautiful baby, I musta been a beautiful child. ( Sorry I cannot sing either

I was told that my parents had to keep the dishwasher closed all the time becasue I liked to take the dishes out and throw them on the floor. I guess I broke quite a few dishes!

That I was a quiet child, always playing in my own little world, or daydreaming. Still do!

That I was a quiet baby and I didn't cry a lot. I was always happy as a baby. I used to see my great grandma in Canada until she died in 1996. The last of my greats to die.

Apparently at the age of 3 I ran through the screen on the patio and landed 3 feet down on the grass. I remember the landing.

Haha only horrible stories about what a bad baby I was. I had colic until I was five months old and cried pretty much that entire time. I refused to take medicine until I was about 4. My parents would literally have to pin me down and force me to take it, and if they could actually get me to swallow it, I would vomit it back up in their faces. I was obsessed with my pacifier but I would ALWAYS lose them! I used to call it my "wah" (to this day, my dad calls me wah-wah lol), and I would go through them like mad. Finally when I was about 18 months old my mom told me if I lost this last one, I wasn't going to get anymore...sure enough, I lost it, and haven't had one since *sniffle* Apparently though, when I just about a year old, I must have had a "cute" phase because my mom decided she wanted another baby and my dad agreed, and I have a younger sister! She had day and night mixed up from the time she was in the womb until she was a couple months old...that was rough on my parents! Two kids who wouldn't sleep at night...lol

my parents are rather fond of telling me that when i was around 5 or 6 yrs old, we were going to my grandparents to visit and we stopped to get gas. behind us was a cop car, and me being 5 or 6 i got up in the backseat turned around and stuck my swear finger up @ the cop. the cop was just laughing.

loads! one of my first words was 'stuck' which came in handy several times. I manged to put my arm in the pillow case, then turn round onto my back, and i truely was stuck. All my mum heard was this little voice calling out in the middle of the night. Another very early word was 'bugger' that i learnt from my auntie when she dropped a wine glass (i recreated the situation with a duplo brick lol) I went to the supermarket with no knickers on once, and my dad picked me up, then very promptly yelled 'eurgh she's got no knickers on' and dropped me. i was always naked, to the point that as a baby i was able to remove my nappy by opening 2 holes in my babygrow, pulling it through, then draping it over the side of the cot. when my little brother was born, i started wetting the bed. One morning I got up, my mum had already checked the bed (it was dry) then I went back to her and told her i had wet the bed half an hour later. (yes, i had just been climbing in a weeing!!) I was a lovely child! I had an argument with my mum about what I would wear, later on, she asked me 'why did you behave like, you know it makes mummy angry?' and i replied 'yes, it's funny when you're angry' - i was 18 months old! (I had a fully working vocabulary by 18m) I 'made myself over' with my mums mascara, i covered my eyelids, cheeks + lips with black mascara. When my mum came she thought it was so funny she help me up the mirror and i was so upset to see that i didn't look beautiful after all, that i burst into tears. I fell asleep on my head, with my bum in the air (there is actually picture evidence of this one) when i was put in my grandmothers spare room with the baby gate to go to sleep. There's so many more, but we're bordering on my life story here!

My sister used to tell me that I wasn't really a part of the family, that my father found me under a tree in the park. My father, to this day, loves to tell everyone that I was the most beautiful and content child from birth (jeez, no wonder my sister didn't take to me)- at the end, he never fails to add that aliens must have taken over my body when I became a teenager! LOL... The only story my mother likes to tell is how I bleached my hair with facial hair bleach when she wouldn't allow me to have it done in the salon. She was so mad at me, but that's not a baby story. lol