Namesake

An ezra is a mythical creature my parents created for me when I was about 3. It has stuck with me my entire life and has caused me nightmares and wasted money to try to get to know these beings.

When I was little, I woke up screaming from my sleep. The entire house came running and all I could get out of my mouth was that there were ezras in my dream. This was my first nightmare.

From what I remember, an ezra is like a cactus. It wears a sombrero and also has maracas in its hands. It dances and makes a strange shaking sound. I don't know why this scared me so much, but it terrified me.

My parents response was that the ezras lived in Texas (far away from Minnesota, obviously) and that my grandma had sent them there to live...basically, I shouldn't be so afraid.

For the next several years I saved my money to go to Texas to visit these creatures because I was convinced that I could be friends with them. No one told me to knock it off until I was a teenager.

Thanks parents.

Now we know why I am blogging about these mythical creatures in my 20s.