So many things
All in my childhood. I had many grand plans. None of them ever came to fruition, because I have a very short attention span. I had ideas, and I wanted the end result, but I couldn't be bothered with the effort part of it. There's one in particular I'm not able to forget, however.

A treehouse. Me and my friend, who lived just down the road from me, decided to build a treehouse. It would be awesome. We would have a fridge full of cola. Crisps piled to the ceiling. A playstation, and television. Entire nights spent playing doom and eating snacks. The fact that we'd require electricity didn't even cross my mind, nor did we get anywhere near this stage, so I guess that's a moot point. What actually happened was two small boys dragging a single plank of wood through the tiny copse in front of my house, failing to climb a tree, or even push the plank up onto a branch. We were, however, confronted by my next-door neighbour, who to us children was the cliche evil old woman figure. She told us to stop dumping wood and littering. I replied with a line which, 15 years later, I still get mocked for by my brother. The most polite of all rebellions; 'Shut up. ...please.'
(Pavlov'sDog is all out of pavlova, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 3:01, Reply)