Here's a scenario. What do you do?

[Pissmaster]

You DIE.

And then you wake up.

You look at your hands. They're your hands, alright, but they're... small. Moving them around feels weirdly constrained, like they really should be bigger, but they aren't. You look around, and you recognize what you see. Your parent/guardian comes in and wishes you a happy birthday. You're finally three whole years old! Wow! It's your special day!

Your consciousness, along with your memories, have been transplanted into your 3-year-old self, on your third birthday. Nothing else carries over, and even your muscle memory's questionable, considering you're used to being in an older body. Your memories from your old life remain, but feel like a dream. You get the inkling to write down as much as you can remember. You've got a loose knowledge of what happens in the world, and your life, for the next (your age when you died -3) years.

What do you write down? What do you tell people? Do you tell anyone anything? Who would even believe you? (don't powerlevel)

 

[Pissmaster]

I write the winning lottery numbers, nigga.

You can't really do that unless you, right now, like, go and memorize the exact winning lottery numbers and on exactly which date they'll be drawn, and you'd have to memorize them for a date where you know you'd actually be able to run out and buy a ticket yourself, and not like, have to rely on your mom driving you there and buying your ticket for you. Just in case you literally do get into this situation, somehow. And make sure as shit you've got those numbers down pat because you're essentially gonna have to recall them from a dream you had.

 

[Catgirl Enthusiast]

That's a popular anime trope. I would go full Tanya.

 

[Uncle Sid]

Kill myself after they take trans-fats out of Doritos and stop making Crystal Pepsi. Everything was meaningless after that.

 

[Quantum Diabetes]

I’d go find Rob Liefeld and teach him how to draw feet

 

[Cats]

suggesting i don't powerlevel is like suggesting that the sun reconsider rising for a couple of days. I think at this point the farms knows more about me than some of my own family members

Uh if I died and woke up at 3 years old I would panic heavily and wonder if that meant such a thing would happen over and over again for all eternity. Then I would test that theory by immediately finding a way to die again. It's not that I haven't enjoyed my life, because I certainly have, but god damn. An eternity of repeating things seems so much worse than just blinking out. I was just fine for that ~14 billion years before I was born.

 

[The Ugly One]

Wait until I'm 6 years old and astonish all the kids with how I know where the secrets are in Super Mario Bros.

 

[Tree]

That faggot Chapman ain't kill stealing this time.

 

[My Name is Ed]

1. Be more racist. If I can't live my whole life again without becoming even more racist than @RACISM himself, then I'll just have to try again.
2. Make a note to invest in my skills early. Maybe start taking an interest in what the hell DOS is doing when I fire up Jazz Jackrabbit, or writing cool stories about dinosaurs fighting each other, then build up from there.
3. Enjoy myself. It's gonna get worse, but so long as I have fun doing it it won't matter.

 

[The Foxtrot]

I'd tell my dad to take his mother seriously when she says she "thinks she's got the flu". She wasn't believed, and then she died of the flu which developed into pneumonia, and dad regrets not listening to this day. I'd also encourage my mother to go back to school 3 years earlier, and encourage my dad to take the risk and start that BBQ business he always wanted to, to hell with working in a fiberglass plant! I'd try and learn new skills early on in life (since a three year old's neural plasticity is MUCH better than a 20-something year old's) while using my knowledge of the "future" for my own personal gain. Maybe even go on a talk show and brag about how super smart "autism" made me at such a young age.

If it was exactly the day I turned 3 years old, I would do my absolute best to convince my parents to try and stop 9/11*. I'd also warn my parents about Obama and all the clownworld bullshit, while convincing them that sending me to private school or homeschooling me is the best option. I'd also convince dad to download all those cool schematics and training manuals before they get taken off the internet.


*call the WTC and Pentagon, claim you've planted bombs at the exact time the flights get hijacked. That way the buildings will be evacuated when the planes do hit and the casualties will be far lower.

 

[PipTheAlchemist]

Kill every single person I see, then suicide in Minecraft. Not before smoking a shitload of crack and hookers, though

 

[Rembrandt]

I wouldn't tell anyone shit or I'd get sent to a psychiatric ward and waste most of my childhood taking pills and going on therapies.
If going back to being 3 years old means I'm still smart enough to use computers, I'd use that to experience the old Internet. And read all the books that were thrown away and lost to time. I miss my family's old Windows XP

 

[Dr. Ricearoni]

I'd mercy kill Barb before it was too late.

 

[Just A Fat Round Bird]

The only thing worth jotting down would be anything that I regret as to warn myself to not repeat the same thing I guess.

Anyway,

Spoiler: Counterscenario

You now have fingergirls.

What do? Make tiny shirts for them?

 

[Involuntary Celebrity]

Spoiler: Counterscenario

You now have fingergirls.
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What do? Make tiny shirts for them?

No because unless I'm going to be playing nintendo with their faces (rude) I'd want the tactile sensation in my new titties.
Unless they asked I guess. I'd want to be on good terms with them.

But we'd probably have to figure out some sort of glove with little windows/space helmets on the tips for when I go to Aldi.

 

[Involuntary Celebrity]

Spoiler: Counterscenario

You now have fingergirls.
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What do? Make tiny shirts for them?

No because unless I'm going to be playing nintendo with their faces (rude) I'd want the tactile sensation in my new titties.
Unless they asked I guess. I'd want to be on good terms with them.

But we'd probably have to figure out some sort of glove with little windows/space helmets on the tips for when I go to Aldi.

 

[Smug]

The inevitable butterfly effect makes memorising lotto numbers a waste of time. I'd be keeping fit and healthy, staying vigilant of the safety of myself, friends, family, investing in the obvious things to build some capital, and all the while brainstorming ways to stop clown world (or at least ways to be ready for it when it happens). The hardest part would be keeping my powerlevel hidden in primary school.

 

[Rozzy]

Login to Furaffinity, change my age to 3 and add myself to a babyfurs group.

 

[Calandrino]

You look at your hands. They're your hands, alright, but they're... small. Moving them around feels weirdly constrained, like they really should be bigger, but they aren't.

At first thought this was going to be about switching bodies with Donald Trump