My Batman Story
I had a half-sized, midnight blue Schwinn bike when I was six years old. The seat was two-toned blue and white with an “S” in the center. It was a cool bike and I liked to ride it but that is not the reason it will be emblazoned in my mind with the words justice and righteousness forever.
You see one spring day I left my bike out in our yard and someone slashed the front tire. It was a defining moment for me because it was the first time I saw “meanness” in the world. In fact, I thought it was the first time anything “bad” had ever happened to anyone anywhere and it confused me. “Why would someone do something like that?”
Now coincidentally that same day, only an hour later I saw Batman on TV. I didn’t know who he was but they said he fought crime and I thought he must have arrived because of my bike. Suddenly it all made perfect sense to me: I had witnessed “meanness” enter our world and now Batman had come to life to combat it and make the world good again. The tremendous relief I felt when I saw him popped me out of my stunned state and I knew the world would be okay. Thank you Batman for coming to my rescue when I needed you most, you calmed my worried heart and gave me hope. Godspeed. ©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”
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