Sometimes I get my Crazy On...

Like the time I couldn't sleep because the clock in my room was ticking and I convinced myself it was a bomb (circa 7 years old)...

Or the time I wore my slippers to bed with elastics securing them onto my feet in case there was a fire and I didn't have time to grab my shoes (circa 8 years old)...

Then there was the time I made a game in which I wouldn't touch the floor in my room or something bad would happen (something about sharks I think)...and then I forgot that it was really OK to touch the floor (circa 9 years old)...

More recently I caught myself planning to purchase copious amounts of honey (in case I found myself in a post apocalyptic society wherein there was nothing to sweeten my ration of flour and oil like the pioneers had...or the honeybees go extinct) because it never goes bad, and I never ever want to live in a world without it.

...Don't Ask...