Guess what.

The next one remembers what happened 798 days ago.

April 28, 2008, Monday. I don't remember, but it's logical to assume that I was studying and eagerly awaiting the May Day holidays.

The next one likes to take a piece of plasticine and knead it in their hands.

I like to make little plasticine figures and torment them. Melt them, poke them with various metal objects, etc.
More precisely, I used to love it as a child; now I wouldn't mind, but I just can't be bothered.
The next one has relied on luck all their life.