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.