I also realized though, that I would probably accidentally slice my own shin with the spur and then bleed and cry all over the place.
So along with wishing I was a cowboy,
my overactive imagination also resulted in (and still does to this day) worst case scenario fears. If that didn't make me a really weird kid, then I don't know what make kids really weird. Seriously.
As a kid I also wore a lot of flannel.
Either way, wearing a flannel "suit" (essentially) probably made me look like quite the lumberjack.
Eventually, all the flannel in my wardrobe made its way to the Goodwill store and I lived free of flannel dreams and spur nightmares. That doesn't mean that after all these years I don't still wish I was a cowboy and a few flannel shirts haven't made it back into my closet.
I guess some weirdness just can't be escaped. Then again, wanting to be a cowboy and looking like a lumberjack is probably only the beginning of my weirdness...