When I was very young, my dad told me I could be anything I wanted to be when I grew up. This was in the late 60's and the womens lib movement was just getting going. I think my dad thought I would say I wanted to be an astronaut or a brain surgeon. No, my repsonse to his declaration that I can be whatever I want was this: I want to be a penguin. My parents had no idea how to respond to this, and to this day I still receive cards and other memorabilia from my family which feature penguins. And, wouldn't you know it - penguins are now kind of hip because of the movie March of the Penguins and Happy Feet. I was such a genius - truly a legend and before my time. So, now I think I'd rather be a Pelican. If you had to choose between a Penguin or Pelican, which would you be?
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