When I was five or six years old, I thought it would be really cool to be a grizzly bear. I growled like a bear and, insofar as possible, I dressed like a bear. If surgery had been available to transform me into a bear, I would have wanted it. I got over it a few months later, though.
If your parents had been bonkers, as so many seem to be these days, you might have ended up some poor approximation of a bear.