A friend of mine sent me this and I am posting it without that friend’s permission but at least I scrubbed the identity. This is so awesome. It explains a lot if you knew the person.
“My first grade teacher insisted on reading us Jonathan Livingston Seagull. None of us had the vaguest idea what the book was on about, except that the bird dies in the end or something and we were all sad. I think a bunch if the kids cried and were vaguely traumatized. I don’t think I much cared about the bird dying, but that damn 70′s pop-spirituality claptrap apparently damaged me for life. We also had to sing John Denver songs. Jesus.”