My childhood was the most imaginative and creative times of my life. Especially being 6 years old. That year seemed like ten years as I remember living through it.
The biggest part of my 6 year old life was a stuffed tiger named Hobbes. We were inseparable. He had been mine since around one or two years old. My parents gave it to me as a gift. My dad insisted a lot back then, that he should have bought a dog, a dachshund. But I thank him for giving me Hobbes, because Hobbes was the best thing that ever happened.
Hobbes was a stuffed, orange, blacked striped tiger. To me now, he looks that way, but when I was young, he was alive. He was my best friend, and I would talk to him and he would reply. We had many adventures such as riding sleds or wagons down in the woods. We crashed countless times, but that's always when we would seriously talk to each other. I also remember camping, and going to the zoo and museums with him countless times. There were also times when he would pounce on me when I got home from school. But like all friends, we would occasionally fight with each other and sometimes hurt each other.
The two children I can remember the most at my early age were a boy and a girl. Their names were Moe and Susie Derkins. Moe was just a plain bully. I remember getting knocked by him millions of times, and the teachers never noticed. I usually had some insults for him, but that was usually why he punched me in the first place. He was as stupid as he was big. Susie, on the other hand was a smart, annoying girl in my class. She always got me in trouble, but through first grade she didn't avoid the one thousand spit balls. She also lived near my house, so it was possible to torture her even more when we weren't in school, by the means of G.R.O.S.S.
G.R.O.S.S. was a club that Hobbes and I started to pester any girl. G.R.O.S.S. stood for Get Rid Of Slimy girlS. It makes me chuckle when I look back on it now, how I used the S at the end of girls. I was the Dictator-For-Life in the group. I was also a lot of other positions which I forgot. Hobbes and I made up the full membership of G.R.O.S.S. It was always fun to devise plans that would be almost impossible to accomplish.
The thing that makes me laugh the most these days are my alter-egos. They were Stupendous Man, Spaceman Spiff, and Tracer Bullet. I always use them to change the situation so I could win, because I had powers I didn't have as "Mild Mannered Calvin." But, I usually never won the battles. Stupendous Man was like a Superman spoof. I would go change into a cap with a mask, and fly off to fight my parents, who always seemed to change into villains. Spaceman Spiff was my alter-ego that would explore dangerous parts of the galaxy. His adventures would usually end up crashing, trapped, or escaping aliens. Tracer Bullet was a private eye who snooped around and looked for clues. He makes me laugh because I would pretend to have a real bottle of alcohol and a gun, which was a dart gun.
As a kid I was never a good student, I had poor grades. I did have pressure from parents to get better grades and to be better at math. I always ignored it and went to talk to Hobbes about it. But the greatest pressure from my dad was to build character. It was the worst thing in the world. Building character could vary from shoveling snow to camping on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain. But I think that he was doing the best thing as a father to help me build myself, even though it killed me.
Again, the sixth year of my life was very important to me. I seem to remember it the most, and I still get life lessons from just looking back on some of the past events, such as the Noodle Incident.