Weird Kid things....

Here's one, Saracen. When I was 11, for absolutely no reason, I suddenly decided to get some lead ingots at the hardware store, an old saucepan, and a 3 gallon glass jar 2/3 full of water. I began melting the lead in the saucepan and when it liquified, I poured it into the water. This resulted in the lead taking some interesting shapes as the molten globs cooled in the water. I wasn't looking for anything in particular in this process, i just felt like doing it. Decades later I came upon information describing this process as an ancient act of divination. Apparently, certain shapes were interpreted as having particular meanings. I didn't study the information, but I was struck by the similarity of process. It never occurred to me that I might have been doing what came naturally to an adept of sorts from a previous life, or an alternate timeline. Was I an oracle?
I used to get out of going to church by insisting that I be allowed to watch the nba playoffs which were shown on Sunday mornings. I don't remember anything as boring to me as attending church. Boring old minister droning, itchy wool suit and tie in summertime. My parents did all they could to make me hate church. It's too bad, really, as church could be something instructive and enjoyable if children were heeded (like the Bible says).

I was always conducting microbiological experiments by the age of 6. Made the garage my laboratory. Took a stab at chemistry but not the same fascination as the world of microbes. Grew all sorts of cultures and creatures in water etc, raised colonies of wasp etc. Once my aunt and uncle were visiting with my completely un-relatable cousins. One cousin went to my “laboratory“? and let one treasured group of wasp out, promptly getting stung. Remember my uncle pitching a fit and drowning the nest…carrying on in a loud voice that this was JUST NOT NORMAL. Another time neighborhood girls wanted to borrow my bike. They never wanted to play with me, just wanted my bike. They offered a trade of a dead rat’s location in exchange for the bike. Absolutely took that trade and put the rat in a cigar box that had been for crayons, like who the hell cares about crayons when you can have a dead rat.
Intended to do a dissection at a later time. Can you imagine my mom’s surprise when she was tidying up my lab, opened the box and screamed at the top of her lungs…what ever happened to Baby Jane lol.

So, I was probably a vivisectionist or some other evil doer…hum…

Oh yeah, all sorts of premonitions and 4d experiences…that was the norm, but then I find that to be the case for many, many kids.  It is always there, just depends on if it is effectively suppressed or not by mainstream programming.

And at 7 wanted to learn Chinese. Back in those days it was Red China and you did not talk about "them". Having no luck in finding any teacher cked out a book on Japanese but did not have the same fascination.

That's it, I was a commie vivisectionist...

Boy, after reading everybody's stories, I feel so boring!   I didn't do anything terribly unusual or interesting as a kid, didn't display knowledge of things relating to esoteric stuff, alchemy, secret society leftovers, never felt like an alien who's visiting.   Nothing!   Boring!         Oh well.  Definately not an Indigo, that's for sure.  I was born in 1974, too early for that.  I had weird things happening to me, I know that, (MILABS stuff from an early age and who knows what)  but I didn't display knowledge of the kinds of things people here have mentioned.  At best, I had leftovers from my most recent past life, which I wasn't able to shake off  because I came back "too soon."  I was in a big ol' hurry to get back apparantly.   So, I always had that hanging over me as a kid.  But I was a relatively normal kid in every way.  Boring!!!   haha

OMG, that brought to memory when I was in a once a week, what was it called, can't remember, oh wait, JUNIOR ACHIEVERS, where a businessperson would mentor a group and we would make a product and sell it door to door...I was 15.

Sales were slow, always, so I got the bright idea to pose as blind, so my partner led me from door to door, I was Mary(an alias of course) the blind girl(no sunglasses but still pulled it off)...I would give the spiel and watch as the folks were so nervous talking to me…a wonderful experience in seeing how the differently constructed are related to.  Asked one person for the time and they almost feel over themselves stuttering to get it out, and did not notice I had a watch on (hey, I forgot to take it off, we laughed about that).  Got to the point that folks were waiting at the door for us and we sold a lot that night.  What were we selling, wine bottles melted down into ashtrays, a must have item(they had been very hard to sell, wonder why?????)  When we were picked up by our advisor he was getting all these calls about a blind girl…fortunately he was not a heavy and just carefully explained that it was misrepresentation.  Gee we said, but look at the sales we got.  I should have gone to work for Wal Nam…or a pharmaceutical company.

"Ill tempered at times. Spent half my life scowling." You just described me!
I'm no expert on Indigos, but I'd guess there are all kinds, not just "renaissance" types. Besides that, many renaissance figures were absolute curmudgeons, not social folks at all.