When I Grow Up…

I don’t know how this notion ever got lodged in my head; but when I was a little boy, I wanted to be a zebra when I grew up. Adult humans just didn’t seem all that big a deal to me. Zebras were so much cooler!

My Grammie thought this very charming. The last time she gave me a stuffed toy zebra, I was 30 years old. I still have it in my living room.

Looking at this little video stirs strange rustlings in my soul. Really, now, what would you rather grow up to be–someone who sells insurance to people who’d just as soon not have it, or one of these snazzy horsey things that makes such weird noises? Would you rather sit at a desk or run all around East Africa?

No contest–right?

9 comments on “When I Grow Up…

  1. I’m with you, on this. They are very interesting animals. I saw one at a petting zoo a while back. Essentially, it was to a horse what a sports car is to a sedan. It was fine featured and sleek. There was a degree of delicacy in comparison to a horse, but it was obviously powerful and fast, perhaps a bit overpowered. The zoo operators also warned that it was prone to biting. I saw it as a soul I could relate to; untamed and independent, wanting to kick up its heels, no matter what.

  2. Well, when you put it that way, I always wanted to be a predator bird. But my wish never got off the ground – lol. I have a fake black raven on my window with a small quote by Poe on the wall next to it.

    1. “Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore –
      Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
      Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”

      There was also a passage from the bible that referred to the crow, but it was splashed with spaghetti sauce and I had to remove it, and can’t remember where in the bible it was.

      PS: Not everything Poe wrote was horror.

  3. Told my kids when they were a lot younger that zebras where horse that still pajamas on.

  4. When still very young my dad took us to his friend’s house where I watched some young men playing horseshoes, and I remember thinking how much I wanted to be big like them. Now at 72 I am wanting to be like them 🙂 Now I will have to wait to get to heaven to get a youthful body.

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