this kicks ass ;)

When I was six years old all I wanted to be was a superhero. I was the kid that ran around with the towel tied around his neck leaping tall cushions in a single bound, sitting riveted to the exploits of the Incredible Hulk, Batman and Wonder Woman and re reading my then meagre shoebox of comics till they were falling apart. The figures of daring exploits that overcome all obstacles made me truly think I could do the same. Through my life I had and I’ve probably not given those comics enough credit in how I turned out. Sure these days I read any comics that I find interesting from Maus to Jar of Fools to Dork but superheroes; those that grew up with their audience have stayed with me. I’m more choosey, going by writers rather than characters and superheroes are more like high drama than high action these days but they still dazzle with wonder and capture the part of me that never took the towel off. I’ve just found this site http://www.reallifesuperheroes.com/ and I want to cry with happiness. There’s many kinds of hero from policeman to fireman to late night paramedic and they are all worth their weight in praise and honour but for me a superhero overcomes something that no one else can and in doing so becomes something no one else can be, a symbol, an icon, an anonymous hero who doesn’t do it for glory or prestige or even a wage slip but because it’s the right thing to do. Yeah :)