One foot would be crossed over the other. I am sure I drove my parents crazy with my wise cracks and smart-aleck remarks.
One day I was in a mood to watch television. What else would it be but Loony Tunes and Bugs the star. I remember my dad walking in and having a particular interest in what I was watching--It was the old Cowboys and Indians theme. This was a common one for Loony Tunes. The story always goes: The Cowboys are the smart "good guys- and the Indians are portrayed as unintelligent, savage, "bad guys- out to harm the innocent Cowboys. I already knew the ending to this one, the Cowboys always win. Everybody knows that. Even in the children's game of Cowboys and Indians, nobody wants to be the Indians because they always lose. In the middle of watching this scene play out my father chimes in with "You know, I am an Indian."œ My dad always was and always will be a prankster. As a kid (and even sometimes to this day) I never knew when he was pulling a fast one over on me. I fell for his teasing every time. So, naturally when my dad started in this time about Cowboys and Indians I thought he was joking. "Dad!-, I said laughing and rolling my eyes at him, "Your not an Indian. Don't be silly."". My father was famous for never letting on about a joke. He would play it to it's death if he thought he could get away with it. "Really."" He said, "I am an Indian, and so are you."". At this point I thought it was going to far so I pointed out to him that Indian were not real, and besides they were bad! In my five year old little mind anything as black and white as Cowboys and Indians couldn't be real. Besides, look at their ridiculous costumes! Real people don't wear that. No, they are as fake as a unicorn, a dragon or a whinny little Smurf. This really upset my dad who insisted that we were Indians, so was my grandpa and all my aunts, uncles, cousins and so on. He then went on to say that he could show me some books on Indians and my families'heritage.
