black bird feather

A fragment of my primary school memory materialized out of nowhere today. Come to think of it, it's funny how such innocence could be radiated by someone whom now is quite an arse.

The following takes place some time in the hot afternoon heat, on the grounds of my old school.

Friend: Hey, a black bird feather! You're stepping on a black bird feather! It's bad luck! 

Me: Huh? Really? What do I do what do I do?

Friend: Quick! Step on the white end of it! That will give you your good luck back.

/steps on the white end of the feather/

Oh btw, I turned 20 not very long ago. I feel...indifferent.