The Day I Became a Superhero

I always wanted to be a superhero. Ever since I was a kid, I would watch movies and cartoons about people with amazing powers and abilities, and I would dream of being one of them. I would pretend to fly, shoot lasers from my eyes, or lift heavy objects with my mind. I would imagine saving the world from evil villains and getting praised by everyone.

But as I grew up, I realized that superheroes don't exist in real life. They are just fictional characters created by writers and artists. The only way to be a superhero is to wear a costume and act like one. And that's what I did.

I decided to become a superhero for Halloween. I bought a red cape, a blue shirt, a pair of tights, and a mask. I also made a logo with the letter S on it and stuck it on my chest. I called myself Super Sam, the defender of justice and peace.

I was so excited to show off my costume to my friends and neighbors. I thought they would be impressed by my creativity and courage. I thought they would admire me and want to be my sidekicks. I thought I would have the best Halloween ever.

But things didn't go as planned.

As soon as I stepped out of my house, I heard laughter. People were pointing at me and making fun of me. They said I looked ridiculous and childish. They said I was too old to play dress-up. They said I was not a superhero, but a super loser.

I felt humiliated and angry. How dare they mock me? How dare they crush my dreams? How dare they ruin my Halloween? I wanted to prove them wrong. I wanted to show them that I was a real superhero. I wanted to do something heroic.

And that's when it happened.

I saw a car speeding down the street, heading towards a group of kids who were crossing the road. The driver was not paying attention, and the kids were not aware of the danger. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

I knew what I had to do. I had to save them. I had to use my superpowers.

I ran towards the car, hoping to stop it with my bare hands. But as I got closer, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. The car was too fast, too heavy, and too hard. There was no way I could stop it. There was no way I could survive.

I closed my eyes and braced for impact.

But then, something miraculous happened.

I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body. I felt a burst of strength in my muscles. I felt a blast of heat in my eyes.

I opened my eyes and saw that the car had stopped. It had crashed into a wall of fire that had appeared out of nowhere. The driver was unconscious, but alive. The kids were safe, but scared.

And I was standing in front of them, unharmed and glowing.

I had done it. I had stopped the car. I had saved the kids. I had used my superpowers.

I was a superhero.

The crowd cheered and clapped. They praised me and thanked me. They called me Super Sam, the defender of justice and peace.

I smiled and waved. I felt proud and happy. I had proved them wrong. I had shown them that I was a real superhero. I had the best Halloween ever.

The end.
Image credit: Erik Mclean

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