i used the play room quite often as a child. there was this rocking horse that had great yarn hair. and i would sit on it and try to teach myself how to braid. and when i graduated to braiding doll's hair, i would still sit on it... everything there was crowded, and i loved it. i used to try and make little hide outs. this one time, we had just seen some gymnastics of some sort, and i remember clearing out a little space. and i stood up, and put my arms out, and jumped! i flung my head back while i was in the air (trying to flip) i fell down. but i tried over and over again... there was this other time, i was very focused on trying to put some poor animal in clothes or something of that sort. and i started to drool. being so little, i hadn't really been too concerned with saliva. i remember jumping up and running to the bathroom and spitting in the toilet. there was this huge feeling of relief. like, now i was out of danger. so i went back to what i was doing. and was soon struck with more spit. so i jumped up again, and ran to the toilet to spit it out. this happened a few more times, and by this point i was near in tears, and my dad came out and asked me why the toilet had been flushing so much... i remember being terrified and concerned that i was going to need to go to the hospital because of this and they were going to give me a shot. which is enough to terrify any toddler. i probably said something like, "dad, there's stuff in my mouth." and of course he probably said something like "that's natural, it's always been there"
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