KC Memories May 2014 | Page 11

childhood

ADVENTURES

hen I was little, I thoroughly admired superheroes. I believe that if I tried hard enough, I could be one too. I would run around the house as fast as possible in my The Flash underwear—they made me faster. No one could catch me; I could get from one end of the house to the other in a flash. I would leap off of beds, couches, chairs, and tables to give myself a boost as I took off in flight. Zipping through the air, I was faster than a speeding bullet—just like Superman! Pointing my fingers outward near my eyes would shoot hot red lasers from pupils. Peppermint Gum would make my breath icy, so I could have frost breath like Man of Steel! On my belt were assorted gadgets that would aid me in my quest to eliminate crime. Grapple-hooks and frequency jammers were located on my left hip, while smoke pellets and batarangs were on my right hip to make for a quick distraction.

Booming snoring of a sleeping father was a sure sign of an eminent invasion from a giant alien species. Screeching cries of baby sisters were an alarm signified danger nearby. Rapping and tapping on windows by branches were bad guys and burglars with wicked intentions attempting to break in to my fortress and heroic lair. But as soon as they heard me coming, they new a good butt-kicking was inevitable, so they would flee before I encountered them. Though adventurous, and surrounded by siblings, I often still felt lonely.

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