Ah yes. The infamous [insert my surname here... ah, Magnet will do] tantrums. I can't remember why I ever had them, and I grew out of them long before my age reached double figures, but they usually began once I'd been sent to bed. Mine was (and, er, still is) the top bunk in a room I share with my brother, I would scream and chuck my fluffy toys down to the floor. You know the kind. Dinosaurs, fish, ossorted octopi and aliens... Once they were strewn about the room I would usually calm down.
Hmm. I have just embarrassed myself in front of all you guys.
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