I have seen this running around LJ and it took awhile but I managed to come up with possibilities. Most of these come with stories.
I am pretty sure that no one who reads my LJ has done any of the following
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Lived in Paris for 2.5 years and Belgium for 1 year.
Stood on stage with the Red Hot Chili Peppers batting plastic beer cups out of the air before they hit the band.
Ran security for a 4Tops concert
Toured as a member of a puppet team
Drove a convertible pickup truck
For the last four driver’s licenses, doing a different character for each (generic Bajoran, Sailor Uranus, Gaiman’s Death, Cruella D’Ville)
Design, hung and ran 2 different plays for 2 performances every three weeks for nine weeks while teaching theatrical lighting
Ran around the 16th St Mall (pedestrian mall in downtown Denver) in costume, in a Dr. Who larp dodging mundane shoppers and shooting at each other with Chiquita bananas.
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This list are ones I think no one has done but I could be wrong:
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Owned a pony as a child
Was in charge of grinding hamburger as a child
Plucked chickens and stuffed the cut up pieces into milk cartons
Spend 6 days in an enneagram intensive
BA in General Studies (officially a BA in Arts and Humanities with a focus in Theatre, a focus in Art, a minor in Physics, a minor in Math)
Managed to get a B in a intro to Quantum class with understanding only three lectures (the first, the last, and one giving by a TA). Managed to turn a D on a test to an A by showing the prof that I really did do the questions correctly and deserved partial credit for one math error. Four tests, A,D,A,D = B for the class.
In school full time uninterrupted for 20 years (the final three included summer school)
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Wow, some neat stuff on there.
I did own a pony as a child (sort of). When I was 7 we borrowed a friend’s pony for a year (we were responsible for feeding it and all). Then when I was 11 my mother bought a horse. So, it was my mother’s, not mine, and it was a horse, not a pony (just barely) but close enough.
My mother was a typical horse-crazy kid. She used to daydream about a horse showing up in her backyard. One day when I was 5 or 6 it happened! A horse wandered into our yard in the center of town. We tied it to the swingset and cut some hay from the field next door. Unfortunately, we couldn’t keep it (it had escaped from a farm nearby). Still pretty cool.