I was born a poor sharecropper. Not really. Though I was born. At least that's what mom says. And I've never known her to lie to me.
I grew older and went to school for more years than really made any sense, especially when you consider what I learned there.
Eventually they kicked me out of school and I was forced to pretend to be an adult. This has been going on for 30-some years. I don't think it is going to work out.
When I grow up I want to live on the moon. Or maybe in the asteroid belt. Or far, far away in another galaxy...