Goofy

When I was a kid, my hero was Huckleberry Finn, his outlook, and conditions under which he lived, especially his feelings about school, I just knew, I had to get cool. Devil be damned, it was a good way, I would give it a try for a couple of days. Off I went early on a summer morn, after eight hours sleep; it was recommended, in that day. I set off to pirate and seek my way, no plan, but high spirited anyway. When mom discovered I was nowhere to be found, she set the police to run me to ground, did not take long, sitting on a bench, barefooted, wearing dads old straw hat; eating an apple from great aunties tree. Yep, Huckleberry would be proud of me. When I got home, the reaction, not quite what I dreamed, no girl in the end, I got brained instead; figured I had better find another hero before I got dead. Now my hero is most like me, his name is Goofy.