When my brother-in-law was a wee lad he decided to strike terror into the criminal element by adopting a new masked identity.
Actually, he didn’t have a mask. Or for that matter, a utility belt or any of the required conventions of the superhero mythos, so he made some adjustments…
- He donned his best cape – a light blue flannel blanket.
- He scaled the highest building - his dresser.
- He extended his grappling hook – reached for the chandelier…
- And he swung out across the city to fight for justice!
And he nearly died when confronted with the inescapable laws of gravity which plague all “real superheroes”.
He then realized Adam West was a fraud.
I don’t have access to exact figures, but it’s safe to say most adults at one time or another in their childhood decided to take the superhero fantasy one step further and become homegrown versions of Superman or Wonder Woman. I know a lot of adults are still indulging that fantasy.
But I digress.
There is a certain measure of fearlessness that accompanies childhood; we’ve all been invincible for an all-too brief period, and it’s a great sensation. It’s a shame we can’t capture that feeling and relive it from time to time.
Wait a minute… some of us do that every weekend, don’t we? It’s called a bender.