Two truths and a lie

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Sadly, 1 is true. I trashed them and even wrote curse words on Raggedy Ann's face with marker. Everything got destroyed. I even cut the arms off rag dolls and muppets. I suppose it was a meltdown now that I look back. The only one I saved was Amy the First, whom I described earlier. I hate myself for what I did. I was just so confused and frightened as an adolescent.

2 is true

3 is a lie. I've not read the book.

I'm sorry Isabella.

Here is one for you.

1. My 8 year old daughter told her best friend she has synesthesia and her friend didn't believe her.
2. My 8year old daughter told her best friend she has synesthesia and her friend said "wow" and gave her a big smile.
3. I also broke loved things in confusion as a teenager, mostly to pre-empt them being "broken" by accident and the feeling of lack of control that would bring.

I have a strong feeling it’s #1. Your daughter seems like she would have good taste in friends.

Kortie

You are correct

I can’t do pull ups.

I am sorry for the late answer! I was too aggravated yesterday and forgot that i had three statements that were not answered yet! In fact, the lie was #3.
My father used to have a moped in the late 80s with its exhaust pipe getting absolutely hot after the vehicle was running for 5 minutes. I was playing right next to him as i stumbled over my own feet and fell in the direction of the moped.

I surely have heard of Zubin Mehta! I wish i could have seen him work at least once in my life.. It must have been a great experience for you, kraftiekortie! I envy you

If your daughter described details of what synaesthesia is, rather than just using the name, her friend likely didn't say "wow" (unfortunately). She likely thought it was odd. So sadly, I think 2 is false but I hope not.

I rode a moped in the 80's.

I was air hockey champion at my University in the 70's

I was on the wrestling team in the 60's

3 for drlaugh

Her friend stayed up the night before reading "a mango shaped space" which is about a girl with synesthesia who worries about telling poeple after a bad experience telling her class teacher when she was younger. It has lots of good descriptions and details about having synesthesia. The teacher bought it as a class book. So, 2 is true. Now they (my daughter and her best friend) are spending all day talking about synesthesia and have planned s sleep over for this weekend where they are going to test out lots of areas of synesthesia including scented candle lit baths. It is the first friend my daughter told about anything to do with her brain. She told her grandparents this past month but it must feel really special for her to share it with someone her own age with such success!

Select meltdowns in the history of Isabella:

1. My first fire alarm practice at school caused sensory overload, panic, and hysteria. I believed it was a real fire and that my show and tell would be destroyed in flames. (My teacher refused for me to take it outdoors, and needed to drag me screaming, toward the queue). I took things literally and had no idea there could be a "pretend" fire.

2. My first time taking ice skating lessons. I couldn't wiggle my toes inside my skates, the florescent lighting in the ceiling was buzzing, everyone was yelling at me to correct my posture and the other girls all seemed like ballerinas.
I quit straight away.

3. When I was cooking a meal for a friend I discovered I had no salsa, a required ingredient. Enough was enough and I freaked the hell out.

4. During my first lecture in Uni when I burst into tears from sensory overload / panic, and was escorted back to the dormitory by campus security. It was humiliating.

I'm thinking #3. The other three seem relatively plausible.

1. I sang opera to a lady on the third floor of a building---and she came down and kissed me on the cheek.

2. I answered a personal ad for a woman on 96th Street in Manhattan----and she dragged me into her apartment and sort of took off my clothes.

3. I used to lament after the mother of a friend threw down 50 cents from a sixth floor window in order for he and his brother to get ice cream from the ice cream truck. I usually had no money.

Actually, 4 is my lie. That didn't happen even though Uni was quite rough in retrospect.

1 is true. Why would an entire school stage a pretend fire? I was dumbfounded.
2 is true. Thenceforth, I only skated outdoors with my dad.

3 is true. I did freak out while cooking and discovering an absence of salsa. This was the culmination of a very tiresome day, when I didn't want any company but felt obligated to prepare a meal for a visitor. I had no way to get to the market (not driving post-stroke), and the entire meal was a waste. I went batty, for lack of a better word, having cooked for an hour to no avail

I can imagine "lectures at Uni" taking place in some nice, cathedral-like setting, with stained glass all around.

Yes, indeed, some of them did. There was one exceptionally beautiful rotunda where many of my English classes were held. The library had large stained glass windows and I still remember the smell of the wood. I wish I hadn't been so shy during Uni, but what could I do to change that? I had fun during the first week but soon over-corrected my behaviour and became frightened of most people.

1. My dormitory roommate thought I was a pompous snob because I didn't make eye contact and I didn't laugh at her jokes (I didn't understand them and I was scared)

2. I made good friends with a professor who said I had a brilliant perspective on literature.

3. In later years my flatmates and I had a considerable falling-out, and I was asked to leave.

4. I had one very good male friend but let's just say I didn't read his signals very well and I got into a predicament.

I sense that you didn't make good eye-contact with your roommate---and that things didn't go well.

But I don't sense that she saw you as a "pompous snob."