Ryu

Forgive me if this sounds like a late-night rambling, because it is. I suppose most of us AB's, by the nature of the phenomenon, either wish or feel that we are in some mental aspects still living at an earlier age. However, does anyone feel like they really think about or process some things as you did when you were...I don't know, 12..11..10... or even younger? I'm 20 right now, 21 in a month, but I find that most of my older friends and especially my older brother acted very much different when they were 20. I still tell the same kinds of jokes as I did when I was 11 or 12, I still do the same things for recreation, wear the same styles of clothes, watch the same movies, and basically act the same way. I also stay up until very early and am still extremely afraid of the dark. I guess I really can't put my finger on it, but I wonder if whatever instills the AB lifestyle also permeates throughout many more aspects of one's day-to-day life?

I actually got very lucky when I was 12. My parents had went to a friend's birthday party and left me at home, so I naturally pulled out my package of Huggies and strapped one on. Not 10 minutes after this, they came back to get my dad's glasses. I had the hardest time getting the tapes undone quickly. I got the diaper off, threw on some shorts, and threw my sheets over the giant package of diapers right before my mother walked in. "What's that smell?" she said. "What are you talking about?" I said. "It smells like baby powder in here." "Oh, that! I used Matt's (my brother) deodorant spray a few minutes ago." They bought it, thank god.

Owwww! I can already feel the cramps from reading this!

"Discipline is not the enemy of enthusiasm." - "Crazy" Joe Clark

I would absolutely love a walker. The last time I was able to fit into one of the baby ones was when I was 8. A highchair is also a must.

Around 5 or 6. After my parents potty-trained me they realized I was having too much fun peeing on most inanimate objects, so I'll bet they'd wished they could've kept me in diapers.

Definitely white. I wish I could still fit into white baby diapers with the characters on them like I always used to wear, but a 31" waist won't do the trick.

I guess I could put my discovery at around 5 years old. My mother stayed home with my brother and I for 8 years while also babysitting 5 other kids and my father worked downtown during the day. Some of these kids were no more than a year old so our toy room closet was usually flooded with Pampers or Huggies. My parents say I was officially "trained" at around 2, but kept wetting the bed or my pants because I was too busy or lazy to go to the bathroom. I kept doing this so my mother would let me wear diapers to bed, but stopped because it became too humiliating to wear them in front of my older brother.

Surprisingly, nothing. I wasn't home that day and she just stacked them neatly with everything else she moved out of the way. I can't imagine what she thought when she found them, but I imagine she put two and two together from when she caught me sneaking Pampers out of their room when I was 7.

I started hiding my abenas in my closet behind a bunch of heavy boxes that even I can barely lift. But somehow my mother managed to see them one day, claiming she was looking for my old electric razor (it's in the bathroom). I now hide them behind a vent.