I grew up reading comic books, though you would never have gotten me to admit it. Cool kids didn’t read comic books. I shudder now to think about how much money I spent on those adventure-filled pages; but back then, week after week, month after month, the heroes in each panel came alive for me for a small fee that amounted to most of my allowance. Wolverine and his claws, Spiderman and his webs, Batman and his… angst. These colorful characters awed and inspired me every time I entered into their worlds. I didn’t want to be like them, I wanted to be them. I wanted to be a superhero. Continue reading