When I was about 8 years old, I thought I was a CHICKEN. My parents would have sent me to a psychiatrist…but we were poor. They said they needed the eggs.
My playmate Hal thought he was a gorilla. He loved to hang by his arms and feet upside down from trees. His concerned parents would have sent him to a shrink too, but they liked the bananas bunches he threw at them when they ran to catch him. Coconuts too. He was really good on the WIND UP.