When I was in primary school I asked my parents if I could have a briefcase as my school bag. My wish was granted. Made from black polyester, it was a mini-version of my dad’s. Locked with the code 1234, it protected my precious possessions - a Milky Way bar, and a a note from my playground pen pal. The letter was covered in top secret words and smiley face stickers.
This bag was not pink and girly, or of a toy animal like my previous ones. It was small and powerful, and I could be anyone and do anything.