Hah! There were things here that I absolutely loved! This, for example:
I've started to come into powers of my own, and it still horrifies me a little that I've started being able to see what my father does when he spins into his suit.
It's an image I've been trying to get out of my mind for a while now, though it seems to be indelibly burned into my retina.
Ouch! Squirm! Shudder! The pictures you put into my mind with this, Shayne!
And involutarily X-raying the pensioners at a nursing home could easily be traumatic for a young kid too, even though we ought to learn and accept that the perfect bodies we see on TV all the time are
in no way the norm of what human bodies usually look like, and we should view each other's bodies with more tolerance and acceptance (insert stern schoolteacher look here....)
But.... Hey! Being in love with a girl, and seeing that this girl has a portrait of
one's own father hanging on her wall.... Well, that would be enough to give anybody and everybody an inferiority complex! Poor, poor boy!
But I love the way this vignette ends. Superman's son has so many reasons to be embarrassed. But his parents have given him a most wonderful gift, too: the example of their own lives, and, from that, the reason to hope:
Maybe I lied a little about her being my girlfriend. She's just my study partner. But if I've learned anything from my parents, it's that things can change if you work hard enough.
If I have to put up with a little humiliation on the way, well, so be it.
Ah, Shayne. Lovely! And you've written three vignettes in two days. Wow, that's fantastic!
Ann
