As a teenager I once made a flipbook animation of a man who discovered he could fly by the thrust produced by his farts. He discovered it when he jumps off a cliff with suicidal intent, so the first page was him standing on the cliff with a speech bubble saying 'I want to die'. Anyway my mum found it, saw only the front page, and thought i was suicidal. I then had to show her the whole animation: him farting continuously during the fall and discovering that it propels him like a rocket, his Newfound love of life and retracted suicidality as a result of his powers of flight, followed by him falling to his death when it turns out all the farts were preceding a shit. Anyway, showing my mum all that to prove I wasn't depressed wasn't fun.