This is another personal story of mine. This is when I still lived in Utah. I was three years old when this happened.

Ever since I was born, Superman has been my favorite superhero, and this story goes to prove it.

My sister and I were playing around in the bed of my dad's truck. My parents were sitting in lawn chairs nearby while watching. All was chill.

Nobody expected what I was going to do next.

I walked to the opening of the truck's bed and yelled, "SUPERMAN! DA DA DA DA DUNNNN!" (to the tune of his theme song) and I bet you can guess what I did next.

I leapt into the air and flew!

Until gravity took over...

My parents leapt up and attempted to catch me, but they were a second too late. I landed face first into the concrete. Yup. It's as painful as it sounds. I ended up with a black eye, bruised nose, and two big scratches across my face. Luckily, it didn't scar XD.

And get this.. This was three days before my mom's graduation from college, so she had a very scary looking child in all of her graduation pictures.

It wasn't funny at the time, but now that I think about it, it's really funny. That story is just one of the MANY odd stories of my childhood. I was... umm... odd...

For example, my way of keeping myself amused was putting my iPod Nano (who else has one of those?) in my stroller and recording myself running back and forth through the house yelling random words that were not understandable.

Yup. That was me alright. Don't worry though. I grew out of that odd insane child phase when I was about seven or eight. Now I'm sane. Unless I'm fangirling about something.

Oh well.

Who else has a story to share? XD