Lets see, when I was twelve the year was ( counts on fingers) '85. The first thing I would do is go into the basement and start bagging up all of the comics that my mother sold in a garage sale when I was fifteen. I'd keep all of my action figures in their cases, as well. After that, I'd try to help out some of my friends who died needlessly, consequences be damned. And i'd tatoo things on myself a la Memento, like 'stay away from girls named Jenny'...