Obsessive compulsive behavior

When I was younger I started avoiding all the cracks and lines on the side walk with my friend. We would always jump around when we walked to make sure we would walk on the space that was lined by cracks and lines. We believed that was the space you were supposed to walk. This continued for number of years. Sometimes it would differ; we would have to step on the space with both the left foot and the right. If we would forget either foot and step to the space with just one, we would walk back and step there with our other.

I believe most of this kind of behavior evolves from our imagination cause when were younger it was excessive. We would make up stories and lives for different kind of everyday objects. And that made us really compassionate for "things". Like if were on the elevator and when we pressed the floor button, if we would scratch it by accident we would have to touch it softly to "heal" it. And after time all these things would come so naturally to us that we wouldn't even have to think about it. Until we weren't neighbors anymore and were at 8th grade in different schools it started not to be as fun. It wasn't something we would do all the time, there were periods that we would just "forget". And it wasn't something that occupied majority of the time cause we were used to not scratch anything or touch certain things like door handles or stove knobs a certain amount , like for example 3 times. But sometimes it was just easier to take the stairs than worry about all the "routines" we would have to do if we took the elevator. And you know when you turn the volume on your stereos up or down and it's the round kind of knob and it makes you want to turn it really quick all the way "up" so it gets real loud and then back. Well we would actually do it. Most of the time when we had to touch the volume button we would do it. Damn it hurt your ears but the rush was fun!

I guess we both stopped doing these things when we were "old" and our imagination just disappeared. Or it changed. We would use it to boys, sex, image and all those things that occupy you when you are a teenager. We also handled this change( by change I pretty much mean the step from a kid to a teenager) differently. She became anorectic and ate couple depression pills. I stopped writing, dancing and painting. When she got better she picked up painting and drawing. I try to write here and there, I also paint and draw sometimes but I'm never really satisfied with it. I think we both have forgotten all our "strange" behavior from when we were younger. I think we also have forgotten how good friends we were. I visited her recently and didn't really care that much about her company. And I really don't miss her like I used to miss her.

Those fucking stove knobs. No, I really loved my childhood and how it was full of really fucked up activity, but nothing dangerous like smelling glue or stealing grocery stores..oh, no wait, I did steal from a grocery store, but not like cigarettes or anything...only blue cheese. And no I didn't get a record from it. Anyhoe, I just want to praise our childhood and not let our imagination take a vacation. Simple, right?