As a kid, I was confused why my older sister was typing random symbols like colons and parenthesis into her IM, which I happened to be spying on.

As an adult, I use too many emoticons, and I like to call them "emotioncons."

As a kid, I picked wild blueberries in Minnesota with my family.

As an adult, I love love love blueberries.

As a kid, I would hide in my grandma's living room and watch the fireworks from there because the booms scared me.

As an adult, I get cranky when my neighbors set off fireworks.

As a kid, I pretended to host a nature show in my back yard, featuring wild animals such as cats and squirrels, though my favorite subjects were the spiders in our bushes, to whom I "fed" ants and then watched the spiders paralyze and wrap up their bodies.

As an adult, I don't kill or vacuum up the tiny spiders in my living room because they are catching ants in their webs.

As a kid, I was so eager to start shaving my legs.

As an adult, I let the hair grow freely.

As a kid, I was a beam of positivity.

As an adult, I lost that along the way... but I'm looking to bring it back. Full force.

As a kid, I watched an episode of Mad About You where Paul Reiser and Helen Hunt's characters were making soup or something-- they needed to save the liquid and get rid of whatever was solid in it, but they just poured the liquid into the sink... and down the drain.

As an adult, I think of that episode every time I make veg stock and I make sure that I have a bowl to catch my liquid.

As a kid, I was in the gifted program.

As an adult, I'm still that smart. Boo yeah.

As a kid, I knew where my parents' liquor cabinet was.

As an adult, I'm impressed I never even thought of sneaking alcohol.

As a kid, I really, really, really thought that I could breathe underwater if I needed to.

As an adult, I realize I was wrong, but I still want to believe.

As a kid, I had a speech impediment where I could not say h's and instead said p's. In order to help, my family had me go practice the "h" sound before I said an h-word. The result: "Huh-huh-huh-Pardee's." (Trying to say Hardee's.)

As an adult, I think I must have been faking it. But I don't remember!

When I was a kid, I had a two-sided puzzle. One side was a map of the U.S. and the other was a world map.

As an adult, I have an obsession with globes, world geography, and maps.

As a kid, I watched my dad put his pocket stuff in his hat when he came home from work.

As an adult, I put my pocket stuff in my hat, too.

As a kid, I told my dad I wanted to be a biologist.

As an adult, I don't even know what a biologist does.

As a kid, I remember being so amazed that I was 5 years old-- I held up my hand, all five fingers up and spread apart and asked my mom, "I'm this many?"

As an adult, I'm amazed that I can't count my years on all my fingers and toes combined.

As a kid, I slammed my pinkie in the big, metal doors of my elementary school.

As an adult, I'm always hurting my digits.

As a kid, I got one of those life-sized Barbie cars that you can actually drive and on the first night I had it, I ran into the dishwasher and dented it.

As an adult, I have nightmares about bad driving.

As a kid, I watched my Grandma save and reuse every container-- plastic bags, butter tubs, etc.

As an adult, I've become my Grandma.

As a kid, my sisters and I gave each other strange nicknames for some reason-- mine was Toot Wolf Tongue, because I was gassy, had hairy arms, and had a long tongue.

As an adult, the name still applies.

As a kid, I was on the swim team and I was pretty fast.

As an adult, I grew boobs and slowed down.

As a kid, my dad had books of Jumble puzzles, and for some reason I hoarded them in my room and tried to solve them.

As an adult, I love crosswords puzzles, even if I can't solve them.

As a kid, my mother always threatened to suck my snot out with the blue bulb syringe-- you know, the snot baster?-- to get me to blow my nose right.

As an adult, I still don't do well with snot and I'm pretty sure that I still don't blow my nose right.