Pajamas, counting, and laser fingers
When I was a kid I always put my pyjama top on first, then the pajama bottoms, left foot then right which were more comfortable.

I started counting in repeats of 3, up to 12. Then at some point it leapt to sixes, and I would go through periods of counting on the fingers of one hand up to 24, except I would have to touch each finger an even number of times, which meant counting to 120 over and over.

I would imagine a laser coming from my finger and would count the number of cuts through some object or line, like a pole, or a door jamb.

Riding a bike over pavement, I would count the cracks in 3's up to 24 (twice for the whole bike, one for each wheel)

I always stepped with my left foot first, especially on stairs, and tried to step onto a floor with my right foot. I would always try to keep the number of steps I took even, and would scuff my foot against the ground, or do a little hop, if I thought I was uneven.

When I smoked, I always turned the cigarette so the little logo was the right way up, and I would always blow 12 smoke rings. When I quit smoking, I still had the urge to blow air out of my mouth, and I would make little squibby farting noises which drove my girlfriend nuts.

I still count on my fingers sometimes, but that's it.
(TommyShanks, Sat 17 Dec 2011, 3:48, Reply)