We sometimes refer to my chair as the “happy chair” because that is where I eat and when I eat I am happy. But we forget that once the food is gone, it is no longer a “happy” chair, but just a chair. I don’t want to sit in just a regular chair. So recently I have been trying to escape. I’ve gotten my legs out a couple of times and managed to stand up, but my straps have been tightened since then. Still, I try to escape until I am set free.