To Be or Not to Be A Lioness

I remember when I was little I had the wildest imagination, most stupid beliefs, and impossible wants. One want I recall was to be lion. I wanted to be one so bad that it was almost to the point whereas I needed to be one. There were times where I would crawl on the floor in the hallway of my house. My mom would get mad because that would always leave a good mark for me to remember by-a whole in my jeans. I don't know how many pairs of jeans she had to buy me a month. Another thing she used to fuss about was all of the ruckus I use to cause. Whenever I crawled my knees would stomp and make a lot of noise and she said it gave her headaches, roared over the tv, and vibrated off the walls. Was it really that loud? Another thing I use to do was roar. I'll walk-oops, I mean crawl- around the house and roar. You know, I still had the little baby voice going on so it wasn't where I wanted it to be but it was enough to make my siblings go crazy. They use to scream "Shut up!" and "Be quiet!" every once in a while. It even got to the point where they locked me in my room or the closet. I remember how bad I wanted to watch Lion King over and over and over again. That was my childhood movie. I used to practically force my siblings to put it in and cried whenever they refused to. My movie crave had gotten so bad that I use to take that movie with me everywhere I went. I use to carry this little backpack and have that, and only that, in it and took it everywhere I went just in case of an "emergency." I'm glad that my lion days are over because if it wasn't, I'll be one heck of a person.