I was told this story many times: when my father was a child, apparently he loved to crawl under the bed & tear the newspapers to pieces. His parents would jokingly say that he loved the (free) press so much that it was a clear sign of him becoming a journalist in the future.
Which he did.
But then there was no sign of the free press....And when it looked like things were going to change... of course they didn't!
Wow, what a mood I am getting myself into!
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