One of the saddest days of my life was when my mother told me Superman did not exist. I was a comic book reader. I read comic books and I just loved them because even in the depths of the ghetto, you just thought, ‘he’s coming. I just don’t know when because he always shows up and saves all the good people.’ I was maybe in the fourth grade, fifth grade; I was like ‘Mom you think Superman’s coming?’ and she said ‘Superman is not real.’ She thought I was crying because it’s like Santa Claus is not real. I was crying because there was no one coming with enough power to save us.
