The Ewoks Warped My Mind

When I was six I did creative writing in school for the first time. I kinda hated it.

The teacher asked us to write a story about an exciting dream we'd had. Not being able to remember any particularly exciting dreams, I plagiarised a basic version of the storyline of 'Caravan of Courage' -- a kiddy-version Star Wars spin-off that was, in my head, the most fucking awesome thing in existence, apart from Care Bears and My Little Ponies.

I got away with it. Probably because I was a model student, teachers' pet type kid. I think it was the first time I realised I could outsmart adults.

In retrospect, I blame the Ewoks. Those cute furry fuckers drove me to it.