Our next door neighbors had a son named Donny. He was much older than me, in his 20s I think. He was heavyset and a little slow. But they had a white Ford Fairlane that I thought was pretty cool. It had a red interior.
One day we were standing outside talking about the car and a couple of big red and green parrots dive bombed us, one actually bounced off the roof of the car. Donny said he had been trying to catch one to take it back to the US. That really impressed me, I thought it was admirable. Of course, had he been able to catch one, which he never did, he would not have been able to take it through customs. But he never stopped hoping.