When I was little, I had some bizarre understandings of convention.
During an attempt at a dance class (for example), I thought it would be a good idea to hide underneath the table on all fours, barking like a dog, and refusing to participate in a human, realistic way.
I don’t know why I did this. Occasionally, I had issues with focusing and participating, but at least I wasn’t like Allie Brosh–I wasn’t naked, and I knew how to write the letter R. I have great pride in this. At least I didn’t break any laws.