Well the first thing I can think of when I think back to my younger years is my long ago desire to be a full fledged cowboy. Up until I was 8 I always wore two cap guns, cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. I watched every western I could get my hands on over and over again.
One time my family went to Cherokee NC to the Indian reservation up there. We met this one lady who was a full blooded Cherokee. Upon telling me of this I promptly asked. "Where is your war paint and feathers?" I also responded, "Well I'm a full blooded cowboy!"
@Missy_Vonheart, your story reminded me of back when we used to do the same thing! Me and my friends built this nice little fort in the woods, but to get to it you had to cross this bridge, made of a single scrawny tree, over a swamp. Well one Sunday morning before church I took my sister out to see it. After A LOT of convincing I managed to get her to cross the bridge. One over there she wouldn't come back across. She was wearing a white dress and she was afraid of getting it dirty. So my Mom had to come all the way out there and help her across.
Now, mind you, she was only afraid of getting her dress dirty. She was not in the least afraid of falling in. In fact we went swimming in it several times which is where I got staff infection from. Oh well, not one of my smartest moves... also not one of my dumbest as you will soon find out.