I don't quite remember when, but at some point in my childhood I wanted to be a bird. While grown-ups romanticise about being free from the shackles of gravity and flying with the angels, my reasoning was a tad irregular: birds never had to do homework, they could escape a mother's flying slipper with ease, and if the urge arose, they could crap on their enemies from a dizzy height.
I don't quite remember when, but at some point in my childhood I wanted to be a bird. While grown-ups romanticise about being free from the shackles of gravity and flying with the angels, my reasoning was a tad irregular: birds never had to do homework, they could escape a mother's flying slipper with ease, and if the urge arose, they could crap on their enemies from a dizzy height.