Hm, it's interesting to think about. I do recall playing school with my friends, but I was always the teacher and no one ever got in trouble.

Outward, I was a people pleaser, I loved (and still do) to make people happy. Be it a simple gesture like making their favorite meal, to something personal like finding or making the perfect gift, it makes my heart soar to make someone special to me happy. I also realize now that I don't think I've ever told someone I think of as an authority figure "No", except for one time, and that moment stands out in my memory, and even though I was in the right I feel guilty over it.

Where it was really interesting was in my fantasies and dreams. I was pretty young (maybe around 10) when I started having dreams that I can remember with submissive tendencies. Like being kidnapped, and tied up. I was constantly being tied up in my dreams. Later in my teens, I recall having a dream where I was tied into a strange machine that would whip me, spank me, rub ice on me, and more. I had that dream many times, and it was always a little different. I didn't know what it all meant at the time, or for many years later.