I was maybe 4. Superman was probably the most popular superhero and he could fly. Which was enough to make me love him. What kid doesn’t dream of flying? Well, little did I know but by the end of the day he would no longer be my favorite superhero.
My sister was just a baby and so my mother was preoccupied with her and she was more of a plaything than a playmate. Which was probably why I was kicked outside to play.
The tree in our front yard was easy to climb and at the age of 4 I was able to climb REALLY high- about 5 feet. I don’t know if I set out climbing the tree with a certain plan or if the idea came to me once I was up there but I did have a brilliant idea. My mind was full of 4-year-old imagination and it never occurred to me that my fantasies might not be possible in reality. After all to a child, fantasies are reality.
I got completely into character as I stretched out my arms in true superman fashion. I crouched and visualized my flight and the feeling of soaring. I leapt up and out as hard as I could and yelled, “SUPERMRPH!”
Ow, ow, ow, ow. Flying isn’t supposed to hurt! As I rolled over I realized that no spankin’ I ever had hurt so much. You know…I bet Spiderman never falls out of the sky…
And it has been Spiderman ever since.
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