Was never into locomotive trains

 I loved reading the rules at Exeter Township Park and then scolding my mother on them. She was sure to heed said lawful and binding commands.

I have always been drawn to certain technical frameworks, and rules is one of them. Rule, regulations, and laws. I wasn't so much of an enforcer, but a self-apply type, and a "know your rights" type, meaning I'd read up on the school policies to shove in front of a teacher's face (maybe literally?). 

I was into planes, once. I wanted a ultralite airplane, to pretend I was an airline pilot, and possibly fly to Iceland.

Ultimately, the goal, in childhood, was to get out of childhood as fast I could, and escape from abuse as fast as I could. Being a pedophile, development-wise, helped me understand that my welfare as a child was in danger, and that I had to fight back, since getting the authorities to get you out wasn't an option...It was being aware of a controlling switchboard of "good ol' adults" patting each other on the back. It's called parental rights, an evil entity and ideology that I survived, and should be scribbled over with children's rights values.