Natasha Deen

When I was little, there was only one thing I wanted to be: a superhero. Who didn’t love superheroes (other than the super villains, I mean)? Everyone cheered for the Bats, loved Flash, and was envious of Wonder Woman’s invisible plane (though, I was envious of her ability to find it), but I wanted to do more than cheer. I wanted to fly, to lift buildings and deflect bullets, and

I’ll admit it, I wanted to wear the cape.

I trained hard to achieve my goal. I learned to hide in shadows, to creep down the hallways, wear disguises, and change in telephone booths scan0020a(much to the horror of my parents). But there came a day when my dreams were broken, and that was the day I realized that being a klutz was not, in fact, a super power, and my super weakness for anything bright and shiny meant a magpie with self-control could easily defeat me in a battle of wills.