When I was 5 years old, I woke up and was so excited to go to school. I pulled out my clothes, which my mom world normally do, but she didn't for some odd reason. What was also weird, was that my mom was still in bed asleep. I ran into her room, proud that I got myself ready for school (minus the horrible hair dew) and began to wake her up. My mom, still groggy, said "son, there's no school on Saturdays". I was crushed. I began to tear up and started to slowly walk my way back to my room. Just as I was getting ready to open my door and start my first crying spree (for that day), my mom called me into the living room. I walk in and saw my mom, in her fabulous pink silk house robe, making the biggest bowl of cereal I'd ever seen. "go sit in the living room, mijo" she said softly. So, not only do I get the world's biggest bowl of cereal, I get to eat it in the living room?! This crying thing seemed to have its perks, so I thought... But that's another blog entry... As I sit in the living, my mom turns the TV on, and there he was. The coolest cartoon I'd ever seen, a man with the red cape and a HUGE "S" on his chest. Flying around punching meteors and beating up bad guys. I was memorized. I asked my mom who that awesome guy on TV was. "That's Superman, mijo" she answered laying on the couch, fighting her sleep. And that's where my love for Superman began. A visitor to this planet who would do anything to protect it and those who lived here. Strong, smart, honorable and most importantly, looked fabulous in tights and a cape. Who knew I'd spend the rest of my life reading his comics, watching his cartoons, TV shows and movies? My mom maybe? Either way, Superman has always been my hero, and will continue to be so, and long as he stands for truth and justice. Happy Birthday, Superman. Thanks for inspiring me to be better.