I remember as a kid, I had a big imagination which allowed me to escape from the harsh realities of the real world at times. And as a kid I often dreamt of being a super hero, and often thought to myself that life was harsh because it was part of my journey to becoming a super hero and discovering my super powers. That was my justification, and rationalization for the way my world was.
My mother caught on early, and used my childhood obsession to her advantage to get me to be a good kid. She would associate each vegetable with a super heroes powers, like eat your spinach so you'll be strong like the hulk, eat your carrots so you'll be able to see through walls like superman, things like that. I could remember wearing my superman under Roo's and tying a towel around my neck to make a cape, running around the house, jumping off the couches and pretending I could fly. My mom gave me my out super hero name then, it was "Ant-Man."
As I got older I got bigger which perpetuated my super hero theory and by the time I was in six grade I was 6 ft and probably about 150lbs. I was bigger, stronger, and faster than all the other kids I knew. And I had created a story of where I came from, You see at this time in my life, I wasn't from earth, I was from a small planet named Lovetron. I created this story of how my planet was in turmoil, and was near destruction. And I the next to sit on the throne and rule my people, was of great importance. So, right before my planet was destroyed, my mother and father put me into a capsule and sent me plummeting through space, where I came to earth and landed in the hood, in my earth mothers back yard. I was just a baby the and she took me in a raised me as her own, she was the only mother I knew until I discover my true identity. And I would live amongst the human race as their guardian. Does thus story sound familiar? I admit I have some influence for the story, and as my life grew so did my story. It's fun to dream....
