The-Starhorse's avatar
*laughs* That's hilarious. How, pray tell, does one practice to be a unicorn? Did it involve attaching a dish towel to the back of your pants to serve as a tail? I found this most effective when I was being the fox from Fox and the Hound. And I was the fox. I wasn't pretending, mind you. (In my defense, I was also seven.)

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illmatar's avatar
No dish towel except on weekends. During the week, one learns to trot to school. I wasn't pretending either - I think I took the old "You can be whatever you want when you grow up" line a bit too seriously. In my defense, I was also around 6 or 7, but I meant business, let me tell you.
The-Starhorse's avatar
*laughs* That was so me, too. I wish we'd known each other in school. Maybe someone would have understood that I was practicing dressage movements, not just jumping around like a moron. ;)
illmatar's avatar
Oh my...pity the teachers of that class. "My kids don't even know they're human!"