Seven years old, convinced I could talk to animals because I'd watched too much PBS. Found a crow in the backyard and started having a full conversation with it. Told it about my spelling test, my divorced parents, everything. The crow tilted its head at all the right moments. Felt like Snow White. Did this every day for two weeks. Then one afternoon my neighbor Frank leaned over the fence and said "hey, thanks for keeping Walter company." Turns out Frank had a pet crow. Named Walter. Who was trained to respond to human speech. Frank had been listening to me trauma-dump on his bird for fourteen days straight. He asked if I was okay. I was not.