When the Courts, seelie and unseelie, decided to leave Cradle to the monkies, dad stowed away on the "Demeter".
I was conceived during engine trouble (caused by gremlins) and born during the Early Griefer Wars.
Dad took me to the forests on ZUNUAE BT-U D2-371 where I grew up. I loved it there and I still sneak off occasionally to visit him and play in the forests.
I grew up with the old values that monkies are also nature's children, but they take everything so seriously. The universe allowed intelligent life for one goal. To have fun!
I like monkies though. They're not bad. I just don't really understand them most of the time.
A friendly monki taught me how to operate those spaceships. I loved it!
On my End-Childhood celebration dad gave me a special helmet my horns fit in. They're not that big, but normal helmets lifted so far I could not open my mouth. So how would I sing? Not acceptable.

What I do out there?
Well I paint the wrong rocks yellow in rings. I ping random passer-by's with unidentified signal sources that disappear in seconds. I look for shiny things. I find things. I learn things. I sing loud and off-key on open channels. I suddenly turn around and start following monkies in supercruise. I hang sodabags on the cockpitwindow and then eject heatsinks to make popsickles. I try to imagine what kinetic energy frozen fecal matter at 125 c pseudovelocity would have. Try to write "Hello world!" in SRV tracks. Hang outside spaceports to damage your paint. Only your paint.
Oh there is so much to do. I don't have enough seconds!

Nobody checks modules for gremlins before they get shipped to another station.
White dwarfs are a girl's best friend ever! Biggest diamonds in the universe, and size does matter!
Black holes are the best place to put all misery in the universe in. Hmhmm *nod nod*.
To be frank, the center of the galaxy is a very calm place. Trying to tickle me is far more dangerous.

And Mr. The Stig, sorry!
But you really shouldn't tell Pooka you have the fastest cobra in the galaxy.