For a while I lived in Mabon, Aruba, that was really nice. I had my first days of elementary school there. I couldn't really speak with the other kids, but we wore the same uniforms. One day I brought an extra peanutbutter sandwich, to share with the girl sat next to me. Another day, half the class crowded around a worm in a bookcase as a boy chopped it in half.
While usually I wanted to be a Native American, for my birthday that year I was a pirate. To sail the seas I had promoted a large plant pot to be my vessel. Stood on the deck, I held onto the mast and sailed the wild seas. I don't think my ship would've fared well in actual waters.