I remember that my parents had a nice swivel chair at the family computer desk, back when having a computer at all was a Big Deal. I also remember when my mom freaked out because I’d chewed on the back of the chair and left permanent teeth marks on it. Whoops.
I also liked the taste of metal and would put small objects in my mouth. Sometimes, being a very young child, I’d accidentally swallow them. I vaguely recall a streak of incidents where I’d ingested coins – and in one instance, a small earring. That last one I quite clearly remember because the post on the thing hurt my esophagus so much. Miraculously, I survived and everything passed through unhindered. My poor, poor mother.
These days I chew a LOT of sugar-free gum. This is also probably part of the reason I'm so chatty.