Not weird at all. I was bitten by the bondage bug at an even earlier age than 8. Though the urges were dormant for a few years......
I'd find abandoned baby dolls of my older sister's and tie and gag them with my socks, I remember that. In my preteen and early teen years my dad moved his shoe store to a new location uptown, in an old jewelry store, where he found one of their old window display props, a Skipper doll (Skipper was Barbi's sister) in a wedding gown. When I knew I was able I pilfered it and bound her with string, then gagged her with a white shoelace or tape. Later on I purchased a poseable doll from the Barbi line and they spent time gagged and tied back to back or beside each other.
I loved the idea of tie-up games, but my interest in being tied up was so great that I was afraid of what would happen if my friends/schoolmates/playmates found out. One time I was at a friend's house with other neighborhood kids, one a girl, and someone in the group suggested a "kidnap" game: half of us would be the kidnappers and the other half would be the hostages. I was chosen to be one of the hostages and there was a search for things to tie us all up with. The girl was also chosen to be a hostage, she was right in there and up for the game. I was up for it but terrified, what if they found me out?? I was relieved when the mom called upstairs and said it was time for everyone to go home, and I still think of that day today and wonder how much fun it would've been, my first time tied up by someone else and struggling with others tied up just like me......
I played with one of those boys later on, at my house, in the attic, played a kidnap game where I kidnapped him and kept him bound and gagged to a chair, and it was supposed to end with his escape while I slept and his tying and gagging me. When we got to my capture I was amazed
and scared after he tied me up, I honestly couldn't get free! The fear tripled when I heard the call to dinner! And tripled again when I heard footsteps while I, now ungagged, tried to get him to untie me! Too late, there appeared my dad and my sister, both seeing me all tied up on the floor of the attic. To them, amusing. To me, devastating! But thankfully, nobody ever made the connection between my being tied up and my love for being tied up.
So no, you're not alone

Then there was the time I met the friend who would end up being my lifelong bondage playmate, if there's any interest I'll relay a few of those adventures and how it all began
