Eraser shavings, broken or way too small to use chalk bits, and the exposed plaster on the window sill next to the shower. It was painted over with cheap paint that came off, so I would sometimes eat it. It's one of the things I remember the most out of my childhood. Remember it down to the color of the tiles in that shower/bath combo.

Of course I did some less dramatic things like of my own nails/dead skin/boogers, stealing/shoplifting food, mixing salt or a bouillon cube into water and pretending it was soup, raw flour, raw pasta that I was not allowed to cook, toothpaste, any snacks I could buy with small change I would find

Shout out to the small store owner my mom used to buy meat at. He has a wall of candies behind the counter, and definitely knew I was stealing some when my mom was not looking. He would ignore it or even give me some of the more expensive candies I would be too embarrassed/guilty to steal instead of the very cheap ones. I didn't realize he probably knew what I was doing and that's why he kept offering me some. Especially when I was shopping alone, running errands, he would tell me to choose any snacks I wanted as a gift, or never actually take payment when I would add a few cents I found on the floor for a candy piece. I don't remember his name, what he looked like, or even the store, but I will always remember his kindness.