I remember my father taking a lot of photo-graphs of us children when growing up.
But he didn't have very good vision. So most of pictures were of the sky.
Later, I learned that I wasn't really a boy, but a little cloud...
But I didn't have any knees.
So when I walked, it was always in a comical fashion.
And of course, my father would often confuse me with the sky.
It was on that day that I ceased to be a little cloud.
I became Little Cloud: Defender of freedom, destroyer of all cameras.
Few were called, but everyone who called was chosen. So that part was fair.
Some say it wasn't the camera's fault, that I was just born a cloud with legs.
And to those people I say, please, stop reminding me.
Be glad I'm taking my aggressions out on cameras.
When the time came to the float free, I would rain down justice upon my victims.