The more I read about the real life Davy Crockett, the more I realize I chose the perfect childhood hero.
He may not have been exactly like Fess Parker's Disney character, but the real man was as bold, courageous, and downright admirable as the legends suggest. He may have been a bit braggadocious and held a penchant for exaggeration, but so do I, and I'd much rather look at the world through a dramatic lens than a mundane one.
Supposedly, my ancestors hated the guy, though I'm not sure why. They were Anti-Jacksonian Whigs and so was he. I assume they were probably more Henry Clay Whigs who scoffed at William Henry Harrison-type Whigs.
Regardless, there's a reason kids (rightfully) wear coonskin caps to this day and no one younger than 16 knows Henry Clay.